On to Chicago... Hey, TS here. Last night we played to a full house at the Garden State Arts Center in Holmdel, NJ. My old pal Neal Mirsky, the original producer of MTV (a la J.J. Jackson, Martha Quinn, et al) was there. Also, former work mates Maddy and Bruce Goldberg, the producer of Scott Shannon's blockbuster morning show on PLJ in NYC and numerous other friends (my tour-shattered mind refuses to let me recall them all). It was a great crowd, a bit more mature than some recent ones (although Dennis' roll call of newcomers produced a sea of hands and YEA!s) which helped mold the vibe of the show. Some nights it will be a more physical party atmosphere while others more thoughtful and player oriented. We love them all. I was thrilled with the show except for about 3 notes. "Clams" if you will. I won't say where they were, just in case no one noticed (okay, the big one was in the "Crystal Ball" guitar solo. YEOW!) But when you shoot for the stars, there is bound to be a vapor trail... The past couple of nights during "Come Sail Away", when the fans have rushed forward, I have rethought my position that we have all outgrown the crazed stuff that used to go on between you and us where the ocean meets the shore. About had my shirt torn off, my hand was kissed/licked by a female fan, and last night Dennis and a mosh-bound dude were pretty much slam-dancing on stage during "Renegade". Can you believe this? Anyway, I was hangin' at what I thought was the meet and greet and missed the real one, visiting with Bruce and Maddy. Sorry I missed you if you were there. Our friend Naoko tells me she's the president of the Bubba Fan Club, and so for her I will be sending along a fresh batch of Bubba photos to the Gallery section.