Greetings from Vancouver. Land of glass, grass and cash. Teeming with a multitude of warring hippies. Even the original hippy founders of the city are now landowners and are either purposefully or inadvertently crushing the current inhabitants of the city beneath their be-sandaled feet. It's ten o'clock in the morning and Rachel and I are headed in to Solid State studios to record vocals for three songs headed for the new record: Mary Queen of July, Like a Dove and a tune that we've tentatively called The Winding. It appears there isn't a hangover between us. Not even the dog's tongue is hanging that far our of her mouth today. This might just work.