Good god I felt like I was dreaming.
Today's been a day of altered reality and I fell into the vortex that is "friend requests." 

You gotta understand, I don't even look at that little icon when the screen comes up anymore.  It was getting ridiculous ... we were getting slammed with friend requests - - the full range, too: bands (a milliom of 'em), fans, pervs, marketers, marketers, marketers (of their own shit), etc.  It was not fun.  I'd wade thru 10 requests to find that one or two that actually caught me (good music or interesting people - - that is about it) ... you can read a previous blog about that one.

So, I kept blowing it off taking care of more important business ... I think I/we had approved lilke 10 people in the last 6 months - - and they were all people that wrote to us directly. 
We just got nailed with so much CRAP thru myspace's Friend Requests.  Time ...  real time that could be used to make music ... was being wasted on checking the pages of numerous people sending out mass mailings trying to pitch something that is not connected to what we do. 

Today's peek might have been the best.  I guess myspace throws out some of the older friend requests ... so our numbers were down to the 40's this morning... and like I said, I was in some kinda weird altered reality, so I opened them up.  Sweet Jesus, I got part annoyed, bored, & interested. But mostly I found LAUGHTER when I went thru the last batch of 'em.   There are a bunch of funny mo'fo's out there ... I just hope they're laughin at themselves in the same way ... or some way. 

In the last half year, I'm sure that I let the clock elapse on some cool  people and music that got lost in the abyss of all the other bad metal, porn queens, and pot-bellied-bluesmen playing the "California Wine" circuit.  To anyone that's found us in the last 6 months and not been acknowledged: I apologize.  If we missed you, write to us personally ... hell, if you read this at a much later date and we've missed you due to our own indulgences and negligence, write to us personally, we'll take care of ya ... actually, we prefer it that way.

See ya 'round,
MR