Good people of Myspacia, Old Bear greets you with greetings. Some of us were in the band Murphey, but it died. We thought about it all, and we joined forces with Nick from Finding Steve Cunningham (now also sadly deceased). We are now kindof a band again, but in a loose way. There are more of us and less of us, depending on work schedules and the neap tides. Sometimes a cello, sometimes some lap steel, sometimes a lovely lady sadly lilting. Perhaps you will come and see us and you will find Charlie all by himself and feeling quite lonely. or maybe three merry folk singing softly to sleeping children. Perhaps you will arrive to find a Rock and Roll extravaganza of eight or more people sprawled across a stage with a collection of gear worth more than your life, singing softly to sleeping alcoholics. We have missed you dearly, oh Myspacians and actual real-life friends. How... are you?