The Phat of The Land

Sometimes I think about giving up this whole music thing and becoming a farmer. Rising in the morning to the sound of roosters crowing, gathering eggs from the chicken coop for a fresh omelette, milking an old cow named "Bossie" and churning my own butter, falling asleep by candlelight at 8pm while the crickets chirp me off to sleep. Then I remember how unflattering overalls are, and I say screw it.

Stay tuned to thefreakinhott.com. We're going to have some big news for you in the coming weeks. It's not about how I finally finished my underground tunnel into The Osmond Family Compound, so don't get your hopes up on that one. I'm still working on that one.

Maggie