
Periodically, my nephew, Rob Miller, sends me an update on Mister Loveless, the up-and-coming Bay Area band he fronts. His emails are always interesting since they provide a great deal of incite into the rewards and frustrations of trying to find your way in a popular music environment in which the rules are either disappearing or being rewritten every day. Dear Robby How's it going? How's the family? I apologize for not writing sooner. It's been rather chaotic here in Loveless country. Which, for the most part, is a good thing. We just returned from a [...]