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07/01/07 I sat in my room last summer.... Looked out my window in the evening and breathed in the air... East coast summers are the shit... west-coast summers have no character because there's no beginning or end... no fucking character.... I love the smell of summer in Boston because it will be fall soon and you know that smell is only for a short while. We all go through cycles. Everything ends and is born again. I sat, wrote songs, and imagined if I would ever give myself the chance to sing them live. I'd grown so malevolent, so angry... I hated other bands I felt were "hooked up", I hated "perfect" couples on the street, hated people talking about who should win on American Idol... As if they were best-friends with the fucking people on that show, hated people talking about what Paris should do next... As if they were best friends with that fucking girl. The worst thing in this country we ever invented were celebrities. They took the place of the people who are really the fucking show. This anger was useless. It wastes seconds. Seconds are going to pour away no matter what. You can spend them any way you want, or you can spend them any way you want. You will still end up in the same place. I know that now. I love Boston. Not as a city, but as a village, my village... I really do... I have fallen in love with alot of amazing musicians, comedians, writers, dick heads, time bombs, in this city... I guess this needed to happen since I'm unable to find a girl. My mind sets me up on the perfect dates in my dreams. The release party was everything I could of ever hoped for in life. Everyone who I loved was there, every band on the bill played their asses off. The crowd was not there to be seen but wanted to enjoy the moment and cheer their asses off... There might never be a grammy, a stadium tour, an album that sells more than 10,000 copies... But there will be people who love you and treat you like you have done that. I don't care much for anything else except loving this city and what I do. This career I've chosen has been a very fickle relationship. I love her with all my heart... I jump through hoops for her. You work your ass off all year for a couple of moments with her and most of them end up being pecks on the cheek.... Always a downside... Last Saturday I think I got to third base with her! If I'm meant to be some local glitch on the music scene radar then fine. I can't control that shit. I'm so happy you guys are buying the new album! I will pride myself on being the most ambitious champion of mediocrity!!! From the bottom of my heart thank you for making this already a summer I will always look back on! For the rest of it I will be playing with house money. Smile, Robby E-mail Robby at robbyroadsteamer@aol.com 
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