To paraphrase Samuel Clemens...the rumors of my demise have been greatly hyped up! Allow me to explain. A few weeks ago, I was drinking some Arabic coffee at a friend's house. For those of you that have never had Arabic coffee, it's basically the same as Turkish coffee. And for those of you who have never had Turkish coffee, it's very similar to Arabic coffee. It has the effect of a really good espresso mixed with cocaine or something. I love it. Good stuff. When you're done drinking it, you turn the cup upside down and your future can be read in the grounds. Well, my girlfriend has her cup read. And she's told that there will be people crying. Being the peculiar mixture of egomaniac and fatalist that I am, I assume it must be a premonition of my impending doom. So, for the past few weeks, I've been watching my back. I don't want to die. I want to live. I have so much ahead of me. More songs to write, more albums to record, more shows to play. Plus, the Sopranos season premier is coming up. Also, if I got to go, I want to go playing guitar. I want to walk off the stage and collapse. Then, have some reporter in a 1930's reporter hat with the word 'press' written on it say..."he gave all he had for the rock'n'roll." Yeah, that'd be sweet. So, here I am, looking over my shoulder everywhere I go and watching for out of control tomato trucks around every corner. And then, Uncle Bingo tells me that we got a new signing on the website guestbook. Go look at the March 8th entry. Go 'head, look at it. Look at it! Creepy, huh. I appreciate the compliment though. This gentleman thinks I'm dead or I've lost my mind. Either one could be true, I suppose. I better call my Mom. -jason