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Where U Been?

Well, you might ask.

Hey Soul Mates,

I took a week off. Went to see friends from high school in Jacksonville last weekend. Which was great. Hung out with the best of the lot. Fantastic to see all of you. Especially my old band mates from my first group (well, I see Mike and Mark all the time, but drummer Sherman - not so much).


Fellow Duranie, Deb, an avid reader of this blog (HI, DEB!) with whom I discussed the few half-decent concerts that rolled through town back in the day. Not like L.A., if a decent act came within the county everyone went. But hey, I saw Duran Duran (!), The Jacksons, Teena Marie and Tom Petty back when. She also reminded me of our first dance in Middle School. Ha ha. Love ya, Deb.


My buddy Jeff, whose wife brought a recipe for hoecakes. Yes, hoecakes. It's a long story and it involves a bus ride to Tallahassee. 'Nuff said. Jeff now designs golfcourses, and you thought I was living the dream!


And of course, this is the crew at the microbrew. Including my old comic book raider, Jim and his wife Laura (far right) and Mike's fiancee Amanda (center). And let me tell you, it is hot in Jacksonville. Thank the Lord, Ragtime had A/C.


On the music front, RHS has been making some executive decisions about the mixes we received last week. Getting used to hearing the recorded versions of our songs is exhilarating, but can take a little time. We've narrowed down our choices for the album, though. We'll start sending advance copies to our industry peeps this week and see who's for real!

Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Mysterychix said…
Way cool that I made the blog! It was fantastic to see you and I'm so glad we got a chance to catch up!

Love ya!
Deb

PS -- Did you see Duran Duran is playing the Concert for Diana at Wembley on the 1st???
Anonymous said…
Comic strip bubble here, filled with, "I'm just looking for that recipe for hoecakes."

-"Numero Quattro"
Dave said…
Glad you had so much fun Normie!! So sorry about your Cavs...letting my Spurs to beat them while holding brooms...he he.
Anonymous said…
Ah, yes, Numero Quattro... clueless of the frontin' from anonymous Posse membership. And while we're at it, I think the Cavs would have won one if it were a 2-2-1-1-1 format. Hence, Spurs in 5. With 2-3-2, the focus was such that it simply had to be DONE, rather than per4rmed. Don't u want 2 come? 3121. I'm still looking 4 that recipe 4 hoecakes. Thanx from tha' Outer Banx. PEACE! I love you, baby. But not like I love my Guitar...

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