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Hey Soul Mates,
what a nice evening here in North Hollywood. Got lots of business taken care of today and eased a lot of pressure. Now it's time to chillax. It's the weekend. What are you doing the next few days? Don't forget Sunday is Mother's Day. Tonight for dinner? Breakfast. Man, bacon and eggs are solid any time of day if you ask me. I think we've got some grits around, too. I'll put it out there again (as I've already told many of our Sheffield fans), if you come to see us in LA, I'll take you to
Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles and we'll get our biscuits and grits on!! I dare you. Go to their website and click the menu, see if your mouth doesn't water.

Tomorrow night, we've got tickets to see
ABC (with English Beat supporting) at the Key Club. Readers of my blog may recall that I had a chance to see Martin Fry and Co. last summer and it was one of my favorite concerts ever. As we're on the eve of our tour it will be great motivation to see a veteran like Mr. Fry tear up the stage. Just a class act with some fantastic songs, that's all. I've never seen English Beat perform (I did see them as General Public back in the day). Should be a fun retro night. Although, I must say it's ABC's new as-yet-released material that I'm most excited about.

All right, breakfast is calling my name.
Have a great weekend all.
Love, Power, Peace

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