Tryptophan

Where to start? Well...between fending off autograph seekers and sifting through piles and piles of potential seven figure record deals, there just isn't much time for the men of TwentyEightN to live a "normal" life. Seriously, would somebody please put a tent on this circus. I suppose I'll get used to all this someday, but right now I long for the days when I was just a "Regular Joe" and not the "next big thing" in the biz!

The paragraph above was full of lies. I apologize. The truth is we're all poor as hell and living in an apartment in Queens, NY. Sounds glamorous, no? Looking on the bright side, we're chasing our dreams and aren't ready to give up anytime soon. We'll try to keep our heads above water here in this cesspool you call NYC until we "hit the road" (i.e. "the loop"...covering Newcomb, Minerva, North Creek, Indian Lake. Blue Mountain Lake, Long Lake and all points in between!!!!) with our posse in the Summer of '05, when we can finally get out and do what we were meant to do...play music as our means of survival.

Well loves, I'll let you go now. I'm off on an expedition which begins Monday. I'll be hunting the elusive white-tailed deer (or Odocoileus virginianus if you so desire) in the beautiful Catskill Mountain region. Then I'm off to my Adirondack Mountain home of Newcomb, NY for a gluttonous feast. Hit the turkey hard boys and girls...but if you do, dont' get behind the wheel. Too much turkey will make you sleepy. Friends don't let friends drive with a stomach full of turkey. Happy Holidays to all y'all.

Blue skies,
Lowell