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Well, my tree isn’t starting to look quite as brown as the one to the left (in fact it’s still quite verdant), but seeing as how a week from today is February 1 already, I’m wondering if it’s time to take down the ol’ Christmas tree. I don’t want to. I love the smell. I love the soft glow of the lights. I love how my dog sticks her head between the branches and sniffs the ornaments, thinking they’re her toys. But Christmas was a month ago today. So I’d like a little advice: Do I ride this thing out until it becomes a fire hazard, even if it is some kind of bionic tree that lasts well into August, or do I cut ties now, when I’m not as attached as I will be come summertime?

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(Clipped from The Official Loaf Website.)

Say what you will about the Dark Realm of popular music we call �New Age� � the careers it�s claimed, the sweet, piano-tinkling rockers it�s smashed, one by one, against a wave-ravaged cliff of critical debasement. Poke fun all you want at those Christian lyricists and mood musicians we alterna-hip trendsters love to pan. You can smoke on your panpipes and put them in, I say.

Just one thing.

Kindly leave John Tesh out of it. He�s my boy.

Truth be told, I�m a relatively new fan: it�s only been of late that I started tracking the shape-shifting career of the former Entertainment Tonight co-host-turned-radio show host-turned civic stadium superstar/performer. But once his musical presence flashed across my radar, glory-glory-Hallelujah, I think I may have found my Jesus.

The sentiment was only compounded late last week, when I had a chance to interview the legend himself. By way of that certain, �aw-shucks� affability and all-around graciousness he�s known for (�What a great question!� he�d say, even when we both knew I�d asked a boner), Tesh slowly wheedled his way into my happy place. Before I knew it, I�d hearted our initials in my planner.

As should you. Get your planners, that is: This Friday, Dec. 1, he�ll be thrilling Sarasota fans with �The Total Tesh Experience,� a retrospective concert/autographing sesh, at New College�s Mildred Sainer Arts & Music Pavilion. You�d better believe I�ll be there, screaming like a tween on Special K and clutching my newly purchased Live at Red Rocks album, craning my neck for a glimpse of all that beautiful blond hair all the while.

Tell me, future converts: Are you ready to Experience?

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