I'm an outa touch man, but I try to keep a foot on a ground when I recollect the correspondence over the past 94 year. I sincerely dig the letters I've received; answered, or not. We all know of the letters that we've neglected to answer. I hope all of you have had some successes this glorious but maybe boring year. Anyway, this past year for me has been a real learner, getting hip the fact that this music is a young man's game. Well, I can vouch for meself that I can still carry the rock card for a few more rekkid's worth. Now that release #2 has been sighted on the record rack, I can relax (unless a dream tour starts tomorrow), and look forward to my introspective third album. Then again, I might have used up all my pensiveness on my first two CDs. Peers are pushing me for a more street-wise sound, one that reflects on an urban upbringing in the ghetto. In order to get right down to these roots, I must flee this San Franciscan paradise, and live in relative squalor in a funky city somewhere in the South. Never happen. Could just make more melodic rock for unadulterated folk. I welcome any patronage. I see you.