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Hey little bee, we been busy.

We've got 2 new EPs, both released this past year!  Our newest is called 'A New High.'  We recorded and mixed it with Nick Sansano (Sonic Youth, Public Enemy, Le Tigre).  Bob Power (Tribe Called Quest, Erykah Badu, D'angelo) mastered it for us.  Rad!

Buy it from iTunes or CDBaby, maybe you'll LOOOOVE IT:

iTunes: A New High
CDBaby: A New High

Our first release this year was 'Fairytale,' a kick ass home recording featuring deserts, mermaids, a basket of grapes and strawberries, and one hell of a drum machine. Voila:

iTunes: Fairytale
CDBaby: Fairytale

Drop us a line, let us know what you think....

I am always amazed at the smoke signals my body sends when I am run down and about to throw my back out, or worse... get sick. Sometimes I hear the signals, and others, I don't. And sometimes I hear them and don't know exactly what is being said.

Today, I woke up and my back was funny in a place it has never been funny before. I have been stretching and bending and complaining and asking Paul for like 50 little back rubs... and finally, I fell asleep for hours in the middle of the day. I just woke up. And my back is still weird. And then it hit me. I have pushed too much recently and am about to blow my circuit breaker if I don't chill. The best part is, right now I don't really have the luxury of stopping it all to chill out because I am in a metaphysical marathon and am only about half way there. I guess I have to adjust in some way or I will be catapulted out and into my bed in an achin' way, worse than I am now... so how do I do that? It is almost like I have to stop the hemoraging but don't know where I am hemoraging. I guess this would be the part where I listen real close like a cat fearing for his life or in need of some food. Or maybe I just need to take my Sunday off...

Apparently, I have my shit so together that for the past couple of days I have thought I was one day forward in the future more than I actually was. Awesome.

There is nothing better than getting my shit together. I feel so much better when I execute everything with precision like a Swiss Army watch, which by the way, are the best watches ever... or at least in the realm that I run in.

I have been waiting to get my shit together, rather planning the way it would happen, or hatching the formulation of what move would come next... for example... Paul and I finally 'decided to stay,' as Tito our delicious and delightful neighbor put it, because we finally smarted up to maximizing our living space and nailing things to the wall, literally, like our leaning mirrors. When he phrased it like that, it made me feel good like maybe I have landed for a minute because I always have both feet out the door with my body remaining behind. The emotional state is so weird... lumbering and yet totally necessary where the intellect can pretty much grasp the situation and see all sides and be fine with it. But too much of anything is too much of anything.

So, back to getting my shit together... I think it takes patience, planning, working hard and doing. Where that takes me I'll only know as the future becomes the past. I guess I am liking the process, the groove, right now. Maybe that is it... I have found a resonating melody I can sing. I love me. I love Paul. I love me and Paul together. Amen.

I got up before the alarm went off... god I love that. And I chose not to hit snooze, because god knows! I am the Queen of the snooze button. So I got up and had a smooth morning. I got my makeup looking good and walked out with a kick in my step. I felt good. I even found a new and inexpensive and totally awesome 2nd hand shop that seemed to just appear out of thin air. So I'm walkin' along and up ahead I see a group of people on 2nd Ave and 23rd street stopping traffic. They were making a human baricade around a women who had been hit and was laying in the street. It was so moving to see... all the different types of people helping this older women. This is the second time I have witnessed this. It made me goosebump all over.

Then... as I continued on my way... I ended up getting to work on time, which was great and I was proud. And as I walked up the stairs and my brain was trying to make sense of what was happening before me, I finally connected all the synapsis to eachother and found that we had been broken into, this on the heels of a totally strange occurance that happened the week before. Where apparently, the women who cleans for us let a women in who claimed to have a class. She said her mother taught the class so S, as I will refer to her, said she could wait in the lobby for the others to arrive. S went on with her business and left the room. She had just been cleaning the office so it was left open when she exited. When she came back, the women was rummaging through our office and spouting off the name of S, who cleans, as her own name to S's face. S was like wah girl, that is not your name, that is my name. What?

So... my day turned into one of high maintenence. I guess it made it truck along, but at the exact speed it was actually happening... not faster than normal or slower than normal. But somehow, it made it seem then like a long day. I put in the work, let's see what kind of magic I helped to create.

You work hard for the money, you work hard period, and you hope it all pans out. I also think you make your own luck, which, is a hard pill to swallow for me yet sometimes I like to swish it around and then swallow really slow like. And I don't mean that if terrible disaster befalls you that you created that... I mean the day to day grind of hard living can be tweeked by the energy we put out there. Maybe we are all in agreeance.

My sister said something funny to me today. The way she said it, the tone she used, how she addressed me, all led to a message I know and feel and have never heard her say before. She is funny. You wouldn't know by looking at her where she came from. She is pretty and remarkable and pretty remarkable and looks like a little blond angel, spunky spunk spunky.

So she said to me, and the context is not necessary to get the full picutre, that she and I have to hustle in this life to get anywhere. I know this on a gut level and it somehow makes it more fun and interesting, and somehow hearing her say it validated my whole existence... and how she said it. She gets it. She understands. We do have to hustle... in speed, of course, but that was not what she was talking about. And then I fell in love with the word and concept. It was home. How did that happen. I guess we are spawn of a true hustler so it is a family trait... and I don't hustle to hurt anyone... I hustle to survive. And if i told you the ways you'd say it was like a beautifully constructed game of chess. And maybe I shouldn't even say it out loud for fear that it will be taken wrong. But we all have the proper room to exist and be who we are and if there isn't a silver spoon protruding from a mouth that needs to be wiped, it becomes necessity for survival that we get it done somehow. That's it. That's all. Amen. Aloha.