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First off, much love to everyone who came out to the San Francisco show. Honestly. Smoke them if you've got them I believe is the young people's phrase! Oh, I'm a codgery old devil are I not! I retired the evening of the Adverse show to a fine loft overlooking the Alameda skyline. Chaps, did you know that Alameda comes from the Spanish Alamo? Fascinating. But not nearly as interesting as sharing a beautiful view of the Oakland skyline and a cup of Sanka with rapper Adeem. That's right, Glue and Adverse really put on an effervescent show that made me want to "shake my stinking ass in there" as Redman once exclaimed. The Salt Lake Show was more spiritual. Of course, the Mormons are well known through the ages to be badgers of spirit at musical outings. I enjoyed Adverse's stage banter even up to the point where he singled out one gentleman and called him a bitch, which I found to be amusing if improper. There was a bit of a duel waged in the hall kitty-corner from the lavatory which I curiously eyeballed from the crown of my tom Collins. It was merely two or three young gutter-snipes trouncing one another. But the cowboy looking bouncer, a tall drink of water, jerry-wrenched the alpha-male and dolly-carted him from the dancefloor. All's well that ends well! Oh, yes, please forgive me: The paypal store is open for business. We would like to thank everybody who has ordered the album. I myself have transferred the masters to my RCA crown velvet phonographic plates, which I view in the white room with a technicolor projection unit soothing my peepers after a long day on the trading floor. I hope you find your preferred method of enjoying such a dope ass record. There is an article about Adverse in the Salt Lake City Weekly, here is the link if you wish to read it. Adverse in The City WeeklyI read nothing myself, keeps the brain nimble. That is all. Florence? Bring me a dash of white out and a sniffer of brandy....