I have a MySpace tracker, it's flawed but it more or less shows you who's visited your page and when. It crashes computers sometimes, so I know that it's the real deal. I'm never telling what it is, because I don't want too many people to find out about it and have it stop working. Anyway, you cannot ask me about it because you do not know who I am - this blog is anonymous and I have a readership of exactly 1. In any case using this profile tracker I ascertained that today the person that St Louis, my brand new song on myspace that I think is exceptionally catchy and sexy (almost evoking the spirit of Before I Come by the inimitable Lord Russ), is written for / about, logged onto myspace and at the very least got my message that her very own song is now uploaded. I saw that she viewed my profile, and there was a download today of this song, which I have to assume was made by her. I haven't heard back from her yet though. So I am very nervous that she didn't like it, or found it generally too randy, or some crap. Hopefully she's just taking some time with it, listening to it a few times, and then writing me some kind of note. After all, she does not know that I saw that she viewed my page today, and all this crazy surveillance stuff. My friend at work - we'll call her Monica for these purposes - this incredible baby in the mold of Linsay Lohan, that type but very sweet too - turned me on to this tracker thingie, and normally has a fairly quiet and almost aloof air that sometimes complete babes that are also famous big city party girls will have, but whenever she and I email each other about this tracker (she sits practically across from me, but private conversations at the office are the way forward, especially with total babes) she gets visibly animated and excited - it's hilarious - she almost gets like flushed and very secretive and just really funny. One time our servers went down for a second and I told her it was because I was tapping that myspace tracker site so hard - she looked appropriately impressed and scared and excited. It was very funny. Anyway, back to the individual from St Louis, who is in St Louis at the moment, and who I did not see at my concert here in SF the other night (she lives and goes to law school here) and so never met- today I guess she'd have heard her new song, that I wrote for her, on my myspace page. Maybe she can't listen where she is. In any case I'll be sure to tap into this keyboard the results of this nervousness-inducing operation, when there are some to report, for my one readership faculty in the unforgiving mountains of Mt. Pioneer up north there.... oops, sister's laptop power went down just as she was watching the final scenes of Devil Wears Prada. She cant be very happy about that, finding crap on a DVD is a right hassle! more later.........