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Hey Soul Mates,
dag blag!!! Lost is the best show on TV since Twin Peaks and even T.P. didn't get this far this coherently. I won't actually talk about the plot of tonight's episode, but it was on FI-YA!! I can't believe a tv show is willing to go to the places this one does. There was no talk of what would happen during sweeps this year, unlike last May. But tonight there was some furious anger vented, mainly by ABC/Disney. Like Ron Artest in the sixth row, they dropped some people like a bad habit. It made for some kick a$$ television. That last scene had me jumping around the living room. I did a lot of that tonight. My Cavs edged the Wiz in OT just as Lost was coming on. Go Bron-Bron!

Well, we are 3 weeks away from our departure and debut at D 'n R live in Sheffield. It's almost upon us. The tour is going to be an adventure. For our fans coming to see us in London, I'm pleased to announce that the show at the
Bedford will be free for you. As for the other dates you can visit our website and its "new look" tour calendar for up-to-the-minute show details.

All of our fun swag has arrived. But there's still plenty to do. Gotta get a shirt altered. In the last few days, I managed to get our newest demos onto the iPod. We are going to have a half-dozen new songs by the time we get home. I'm feeling two of them in particular.

From L.A. With Love!

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