Spring!!!!!!!!. Hello Everyone,  Thank God or Whom or What ever you believe in, that spring is finally here!  These past winter months have put me in the shortest and most bitter of moods that I've ever endured and I couldn't be more thrilled with even the most modest of temperatures.   I think my skin and the sun were meant to be lovers... and so I'm glad this long distance relationship has finally made its way back to me.  Why was I born on this coast??  Always looking for that middle path, I think it's only right that I enjoy the 65-70 degree weather.  Did i just hear the west coast call me???  Goodness this is more of  a ramble than a journal entry.    Alright, back to normal talk.   Still moving along with the music biz...learning and growing and such and enjoying the recent gigs.  Thank you by the way to all those friends, family, and fans that have come out to support and make conversation.   It makes this whole growing and preparation phase much smooooother.   But , you know... I've got this growing fear that my lasting impression upon the music industry is going to be that damn roommate song.  This of course is based on the large demand for it I've been getting at the shows, and the disappointing sighs let out at the end of roommateless gigs.   I will not let this become a "Stacy's Mom" song!!!   Therefor,  I've made the vow never to do a studio recording of "The Roommate Song" and only have the live version floating out in cyber space.  I'm sorry to those of you I've dissappointed.  Alright, I've said a whole lot of nothing long enough.  I'll see you all soon!     Peace Always, Adam P.S.  I leave you with the genius that is George Carlin!!! Quote of the Post:    George Carlin: "I decided to look around for something else to worship; something I can really count on and immediately I thought of the sun. Happened like that [snaps fingers] George Carlin: " overnight, I became a sun worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can't see the sun at night... but first thing the next morning." George Carlin: " Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing."