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A Roll Of The 20-Sided Die

Hey Soul Mates,
just wrapped up reading Michael Jacobson's debut novel Jacob Have I Loved. I'm very proud of Mikey for writing a page-turner about two fictitious, semi-famous siblings. He studies the ill-will and gauzy reminiscences generated by the death of the more popular of two brothers; the surviving one charged with eulogizing by writing the "celebrity biography." In this age of minutia filled tell-alls, hyper-instant Hollywood news and the mind-blowing societal focus on casualties like Anna Nicole Smith, Jacob Have I Loved couldn't be more timely. Ultimately, the story is less about the "Star" than those left to sort through the pieces, question their own motivations and figure out what on earth fanatics see in their idols.

Finally got to see a bit of Locksley on the Jimmy Kimmel show. I'll have to go get their new album tomorrow. They have a couple of fun videos posted on their myspace page. I'm digging the stop motion on Why Can't I Be You? A great Beatles' pastiche. Well, all of their music is. They were perfect for IPO last year. The lead singer Jesse even looks like George Harrison and Noel Gallagher's child. Kind of cool to see people we've played with hitting the big time. The only thing I'd fault them on is choosing a logo identical to Orson's (check out the bass drum head). Ha ha.

Right now, I'm listening through our sessions. Steve has continued to work on mixing, even while we are away from the studio. And he's doing a stellar job of making us presentable. I'm not kidding when I say: NO ONE sounds like Rush Hour Soul. Because no one else is foolish enough to pursue our musical course. But I'm beginning to not give a damn. We'll see who/what prevails. My guess is the music. Whoo-hah. Got you all in check.

We'll, it's late. The computer is making weird noises. Like someone is in there yearning to be free.
Thanks for reading.
Love, Power, Peace

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