Dear Friend,

I'd like to invite you out, tonight, to the Alberta Street Pub, where I'll be playing a set alongside Vega Black, Pythias Braswell, and Avian Green. I know it's Monday, and maybe you're having A MONDAY and all you want to do after work is go home and veg. Which, okay, fair. Maybe you've had A MONDAY.

I'm definitely having A MONDAY, and as I edit this particular draft, it's barely 27 minutes into the day. (I do plan on automating this to send at a slightly more reasonable hour.) I'm very irritated because the test emails of my initial drafts were flagged as spam, probably because I jokingly made a somewhat suggestive comment in an effort to entice you to out. I mean... I'd like to think you know whose newsletter you signed up for.

Apparently the algorithm or whatever thought my silly little comment was too spicy for your inbox, so I guess if you managed to receive this and you want to know what it is I originally tried to send, you're gonna have to find out at the show, tonight.

Anyway, see you soon, if we are not defeated by geography, or machinery.