MYSPACE. YOUR SPACE. OUR SPACE.

Perhaps you’ve heard of MySpace.com. It’s a networking site that a lot of our cooler friends have told us about. So, we finally done got ourselves registered and set up a profile. Already, without much in the way of publicity–before this post, that is–we have 7 friends. How did these fine people become our friends? With nice notes such as this one:

Dear FrontBurner,

Our name is Lovie. Yes, we’re a band but this isn’t a gratuitous friend request by a random band.

Our keyboard player reads you obsessively. Once she kept saying “ranch up!” in between songs at a gig we played last spring. We told her to put a lid on it, but that didn’t work. So we unplugged her mic.

Although we’re mostly sweet, we do have our snarky moments (especially said keyboard player and, well, the bass player has a lot of them come to think of it.)

Please, oh, please, be our friend.

xoxo,

Lovie

Check us out. And our new friends Lovie, too.