Dude,
This has been the busiest past couple of weeks since I can recall. First and foremost, I've been tying up all the loose ends for my RECORD RELEASE show at The Baggot Inn. I'm glad I actually booked the date, because it gave me a deadline for finishing the record. No more messing with fonts in the CD jacket, figuring out a track order, deciding which picture makes me look the prettiest. It's all done and mailed out.
I've also been working with a few new musicians in preparation for the big show. I'm really excited and nervous at the same time. It's going to be a blast. I hope you can make it! (and the after party at Society, 11pm...) My good friend Bryan Fenkart is playing before me, so be sure to come early. He's bad ass. And he's got nice thighs.

While all that's been going down, Clint Crighton, my crazy mate from Australia, has put together a small tour for me down unda. It's gonna rock. I can't wait to pet a kangaroo. Flying for 22 hrs on the other hand doesn't seem so appealing to me. It's crazy. I fly out on Feb. 16 at 5pm and arrive on the 18th. I actually lose a day of my life. But what's even weirder is that when I fly home from Sydney on the 25, I arrive back at NYC on the same date, at almost the same time. And the world keeps turning...