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Hello friends, old and new! I've been quiet for a long time. And you may, along with news correspondents and pundits everywhere be wondering: Why write now? For what critically important reason is Cameron Hood choosing to break his bloggish-silence? Since I'm sure you where losing sleep over it, I will now reveal my answer: I'm writing to congratulate myself. I've done it! I've completed the task set out before me. This was not a task assigned to me by anyone other than me. It was a harrowing path that I alone chose to walk. It's been difficult. It's involved a lot of traveling, a lot of shows, a lot of training, a lot of skillful finger-performance. And it's involved a lot of Redken Rough Paste Hair Styler. The earth-shattering subject I'm addressing is not my involvement in Ryanhood's massively successful Spring tour, though it was the stage upon which my heroics were...

But mostly reggae. Since we just got finished with our tiny tour, and we are on the eve of re-entering the studio, it seems like the best time of all to write a little bloggy blog blog. First, a math question: If two trains are traveling towards each other at a speed of 130 km/hr, and train A contains Owen Plant, and train B contains Ryanhood, what is the most precise expression of the energy created by their collision? The answer is: One million awesomes. (Feel free to check the math on that. I was fortunate enough to get to sit in on a math class at MIT with my younger brother while I was in Boston, and even though it was mostly beyond me, it DID get me thinking.) So, the tour: Owen Plant. Man, oh man. This guy can SING. If you're lookin' for a boy with a voice… Each night we followed roughly...