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It's A Beautiful Morning

Hey Soul Mates,
it's Sunday morning. Just chilling with a homemade cup of espresso. Gotta get the motor running. However, I'm hoping to get out jogging in a little while. Managed to do the loop over at Lake Hollywood for the first time in months yesterday. The knee is ready!

The voting on Next Big Hit got close last night and remains competitive, but our girls in NoVa put us over the hump for the time being. The voting for this week ends at 7 pm PST today. So if you haven't made your selection, now's the time.

Tonight, the girls and I are going to the
Stones concert at the Hollywood Bowl. This should be an historic event. It's their first appearance there since 1966. But, we're not going for the show, we are volunteering for the Red Cross to accept donations on behalf of the group. The Rolling Stones are being very generous (and considering their stature, and what they owe to black southern culture it's appropriate) and they are setting up donation collection centers at every tour stop. So, if you are going to the Bowl tonight, look for me and have that loose change ready for some hurricane relief. Remember, you can still donate on-line.

My brother Nate did a stint in New Orleans on reconstruction detail and said that the parish is worse off than one can imagine. What doesn't come through in the pictures and newscasts is the stench. Lots of work to be done there.

OK, Nov. 6 is an infamous day in history. 10 years ago to the day, evil, money-grubbing, no-good, jive-talking, two-faced manipulator Art Modell announced that my beloved
Browns were leaving Cleveland for no reason whatsoever. The team was losing money, he said. The stadium was no good, the city didn't appreciate him or the organization. He took that cursed team to Baltimore and won the Superbowl. But that's bad juju, man.

Of course, the Browns came back, the team is in the black, the new stadium is beautiful and they sell out every game (with a losing record). Why? Because the city LOVES that team like no other. Plus the natural rivalry between the Browns and the Steelers is still one of the best in all of sport. And the new rivalry between the Ratbirds and the Browns only adds to the fun every season. I did manage to go to the original Browns' last road game in Jacksonville, December of '95. The Brownies lost. And of course, I've been back to Cleveland several times to see them in the new stadium which is a lot more fun than the old Municipal Stadium.

Finally, I'm very excited to see Mr. Postman. My new
Washburn AB40 is on its way. Should arrive tomorrow. I am giddy. The last time I got to play one was at Rick Rosas' studio in Studio City. Schweet. And our promotional give-away for our next show is coming tomorrow too. If you are one of the first 20 people in attendance for our set on Thursday at the Gig, you'll receive a limited edition Nondenominational Holiday ornament from us to you. Consider it an early Christmas/Kwanzaa/Channukah/Whateva present. If you don't live in town and you want to order one for yourself, they will be available through Thanksgiving. After that, you'll find them on eBay. Ha Ha.

All right. I gotta run. Literarily. The hills are calling. Then, get ready to work the Stones' concert.
Love, Power, Peace!


Anonymous said…
Hmm...Norm, you neglected to tell me about the Washburn. Very smoove!
Anonymous said…
I got a used Fender Acoustic. My fingers hurt too much to type this. Ouch.

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