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Hey y’all!

Thanks for helping to get out the word on my video “Thru the Plexiglass”!  As of today, it’s been viewed 8,787 times!

I entered the video in a contest by the Movement Vision Lab and they chose it as one of the five finalists! MVL opened the voting to the public until Monday March 31.

I’m wondering if I can ask you to post a ‘vote’ (a comment that says you vote for it) on either the YouTube page or on the contest page (mine is #3).

Many many thanks for all your support! -Will

Public Radio announced the 10 finalists of the Talent Quest today: http://www.publicradioquest.com/node/2288

Congrats to the winners!

Even though I didn’t make it to Round 2, I did make the list of the 100 most popular out of 1,451 entries: http://www.publicradioquest.com/node/2257

Thanks so much again for being so supportive and taking the time to register, rate and comment for my audio clip. I really appreciate it!

Since you’re registered, you’ll be able to vote on the next rounds of the contest.

Thanks again!  - Will

P.S. If you haven’t listened to my audio clip yet, click on the image below:

Thanks again for all your support!  They’ll announce the winners tomorrow (Monday).

In case you didn’t get to hear my audio clip yet, click on the image below:

It looks like it’s still possible to comment, if you feel inspired…

More soon, Will

Click here to listen: http://www.publicradioquest.com/audio/user/5723

Please register, rate and comment!

Thanks!

THE DECEMBERISTS

"Los Angeles, I’m Yours"

There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don’t suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore,
Los Angeles, I’m yours

Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fellow found
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles I love

Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh great calamity,
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I’m yours