For the last 7 years, we (Radiant Revolution, INC) have had the most wonderful privilege of serving the body of Christ in the U.S. and abroad via our mobile ground missions. These ground trips have taken us to places where few ministries go, seeing a great harvest, and countless lives changed by the Presence of God. It was our intention to officially launch a massive fundraising campaign early this year enabling us to continue our ground missions for another 7 years (or as long as the Lord leads) However, in light of recent circumstances, our need has become extremely urgent.

Our team has just completed a (sudden) 3 week trip around Texas, ministering to churches and promoting a recent pro-life prayer gathering lead by TheCall and Bound4Life. On the early morning of the Justice March, Jan 18th (which gathered some 10k people) our vehicle containing our stage music equipment was broken into, and nearly all of our gear was stolen. Total value of the equipment stolen was $14,547.89. The $9,124.00 which belonged to Radiant Revolution, INC was not covered by insurance and is a total loss. (ask if you want an itemized list) The PD would not come out to the scene, however we have filed a report.

I know these are simply material possessions, however, to a musician having these particular items taken is similar to have you family pictures lost in a house fire. Each instrument had a story and miracle to how it was acquired.

PROPHETIC WORD: In April 2008, while in Nashville, recording artist and father in the faith, Ricky Skaggs, publicly prayed over me. He said, “it’s time for a new sound system, vehicle, equipment, everything you need, pick it out, it’s all coming your way.” (Paraphrase) I have not been contending for this word, until NOW! We are not only believing God to restore quickly what took years to build, but to meet all our needs to continue in mobile missions for the nation.

Last December our recording studio computer died, and was given a bill of $2300 to repair it. We choose to wait instead and purchase a new one once the funds came in. In addition, our mobile sound system has aged and is in need of constant repair. With modern technology we could have a similar system that is much smaller, more mobile, and faster to set up for situations like public high schools where time is limited. 2 years ago we ceased using our 15 passenger van as it was too old to maintain, and have been renting vans for trips which have cost us up to 2500 per trip. Our trailer has served us well, but is falling apart and rusted. I believe now is the time to propel Radiant ministries to the nation in a fresh wave, and we need to body of Christ to make this happen.

We are boldly asking the Lord for $50,000 - $70,000 to restore our losses, upgrade our sound system, get a new van, a new trailer, repair our studio, and pay off a small amount of debt from CD productions. We have had constant bombardment of people say our losses will be restored 7 fold. We believe now is the time.

I believe the Lord has validated our ministry during these 7 formative years by consistently showing up with His Presence, never letting us miss a personal bill, (even down to the last minute) through the affirmation of spiritual fathers, and the lasting fruit of changed lives.

Would you consider being a part of this restoration this week, by having your church, business, or family give to Radiant Revolution, INC for 2010 missions? We believe the nation is ripe for harvest and our sickles are guitars and amplifiers. All donations are tax-deductible and able to be reviewed by our board of advisors which includes 4 senior pastors.

For His Glory,
Richy Clark

Checks can be written to “Radiant Revolution, INC”
3905 E. 107th TER
Kansas City, MO 64137
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See what’s on the map for Radiant 2010 Mission by watching our annual end of year report video. http://radiantworshipblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year-report.html

“I have been very blessed and impacted by the ministry of Radiant. Their worship is passionate and anointed, their songs have depth and substance, and their hearts follow very hard after God.
Dutch Sheets, Author and Pastor

"Radiant is for signs and symbols in America. ... they not only speak the word they are living it out in prophetic fullness. The word is being made flesh in their own lives. "
Lou Engle, Founder of theCall

"Richy Clark has one of the purest hearts I know! He is a man of humility with real apostolic authority to break open the heavens in his praise and worship. He is a sent one; a voice proceeding before the throne of God."
Rick Pino - Fire Rain Ministries

I have so much catchup blogging to do. This 3 weeks has been hard, and amazing, and beautiful. We played about a hundred times (or 20, whatever) and slept very little and were so excited to be a part of this event. I want to recap some of the places we ministered at, and especially a men's conference for guys in recovery, fresh off the streets, and then I want to tell you about theCall and the Justice March- because HOLY COW. We had 10k at theCall, and then probably 10k at the morning rally, and march, and another 4200 (some repeats) standing in silent prayer at the proposed clinic site. It was history, and I absolutely felt the historical significance as well as the spiritual significance.

So I do want to talk about all that, but right now I am overwhelmed with the loss of our stage equipment. It is so, so small in the light of what is happening in Haiti, or in light of the battle we have been engaged in. Still, it's devastating to us and it's hard to see what is next.

If you don't know, Monday morning we left the hotel for the march, when we discovered that Matt's Tahoe had been burglarized, and our equipment stolen. We called the police, but they wouldn't come out, they just wanted us to send them a report. I probably don't remember everything, but some of the stuff stolen included: both of Richy's electric guitars and his pedals, JM's pedals and custom bass guitar, both of Hannah's keyboards, a vocal processor, and some other stuff I'm not thinking of now. It's about 13k worth of equipment, and only $4000 of it is covered by insurance.

Should we have had insurance? Well, yeah. We will now. This is the first time, in 15 years of ministry, that we've had anything valuable stolen. We are reeling right now... imagine if your business burned to the ground... how do you rebuild when your tools are gone? Not to mention the tremendous sentimental value of Richy's white guitar.

We are crushed but not destroyed. God will have to work- there is no way in the natural that we can rebuild that amount of equipment quickly- it took 10 years to buy it the first time.

Someone paid for us to go to Galveston for two days, and we are decompressing and resting and trying to make a plan. It's just instruments, maybe you're thinking. That's true... but it's hard not to fall apart right now and question how in the world we are going to do what we know we're supposed to do.

Maybe tomorrow I can get my head around the last month and give you an update- it was astounding... it was encouraging.

I feel the need to explain, right up front, that the shirtless picture of the boys in the post below was a joke. No one would dare ride in such condition in our van, ever. They would develop frostbite and die. Charisma Mag would report "Up and coming worship band holds the faith after tragic loss of multiple team members to hypothermia" as well as the editorial about "Damned: could it have been judgment for all the dam jokes?"

Anyways, that disclaimer aside, I set my face to yesterday. We did a youth service, which was an hour, start to finish. After 10 years of this kinda thing, we are able to adapt the service to pretty much any model, even though sometimes You Are Holy by itself takes the better part of an hour. We did 30ish minutes of worship and then we lined up to give prophetic words. If you aren't really all up into the prophetic and whatnot, basically we pray for people, encouraging things. Sometimes God tells us stuff about people, and we pray encouraging things about what God told us, and usually it's right on. It's a faith-stretcher for us, and great for them.

So last night we did some of that, and then we prayed for healing. If you don't roll with all this, then hey! maybe you should. So far I talked about God reading your mail in a good way and then healing your injuries... does that sound like a bad thing? ;) Anyways, a lot of kids got healed. 15 or so said they were completely healed, most of sports injuries, ankles, ACL tears, one jammed/broken femur. Healing is my favorite. I would love to see people healed every day of my life.

After that, we did an acoustic lo-fi service for their college group, and then hit Fridays... I heart food.

In other news: Today is Richy and Rob's birthday! 32 years old... somewhere in this year, Richy and I will have spent half our lives together.

In other, other news, Hannah has a boyfriend. You're gonna love him.

I am riding in a van. It’s what I’ve been doing for 2 weeks, and will be doing for another week. I sit in the back left corner in a pile of blankets, generally. Occasionally I am thrown out by a tall person needing to sleep or by Richy claiming the good corner and putting me over to the right, which is sunnier.

My row tends to be a little personalized. It’s not something I do on purpose. I just sit in my corner, and I get my Bible out, and then I set it over here. Then I put on some makeup and some earrings, and I put my “bling box” on the floor by my feet. Type a blog, set my laptop over here. And so on. By the time somebody else wants to sit back here, it’s like a snakeskin lounge with a disco ball.

Last night we were in Tucumcari, New Mexico, at a cowboy church. It was a relief to let our accents out for a run. I haven’t been doing a lot of recapping the services, since we’ve been running into more hosts that read this blog… :)

Every service is beautiful. We’ve never had a dud. God meets people and lives are changed, every night. It’s the best job in the world hands down, well, next to motherhood, that is.

Today we drive 8 or 9 hours to Fort Worth, where we will probably do our second fastest setup in the world of the history and then play tonight. Matt and Nate’s families will be meeting us there and traveling with for the next 3 events. I have to wait till Friday afternoon for my munchkins. All hail Viking Granny who has almost completed 3 weeks of solo parenting my children!

To call it a rock would be an understatement, a mountain an exaggeration. It was a giant rock hill, with a natural arch. Worn smooth by water and time, it presented a challenge that our van full of adventurers could not deny. They demanded Nate pull over, and had the van doors open before we stopped rolling. I climbed out too, because 10 hours a day inside a van is sufficient for me. We stood across the road from Wilson’s Arch, its dusty red paths and angles cutting into a cloudless sky.

I went, because they went, and because we are at the end of an era, which is the beginning of an era, but still, an end. I was a part when it began, and I want to be with my covenant friends when they finish this chapter.

I scrambled behind the pack, trying to keep up, smaller rocks and boulders falling down the path behind me. I tried not to think of myself following those rocks down and breaking my crown. About halfway up, I got tired. 6000 feet elevation is hard on the lungs, and everything else. I sat on a sunny rock and watched the team go up to the top.

At that moment, I didn’t think I could go any further. But there they stood, victorious, overlooking the valleys and the hills and the thick black stripes of highway crisscrossing it all. Their voices rang out across the miles.

I didn’t want to climb the hill. Even more, I did not want to be left behind, and to miss what they were seeing, and most importantly, to see it with them. I came a little higher. The team spotted me and started calling encouragement. Richy was a little worried I would fall, telling me to stay still and not risk it.

I stood on the slope, out of breath and emotionally moved.I am tired of waiting while others take the risks. I am tired of sitting peacefully on a sunny rock while my team strain muscles and test the limits of their endurance, and make it.

I am not broken anymore. So, I climbed the hill.

I climbed the hill, and I stood at the top.

Driving to New Mexico today. We'll make it to Gallup tonight and then the rest of the way to Tucumcari tomorrow. I miss my kids. Luckily, there's some rowdies up in here.

I mentioned the other day that I might get nauseated. The context was, if I eat Hot Fries, then I will feel sick. Fact.

Still, I used the word nauseated and thus inspired the is she pregnant commentary. I am not, although I told everyone I was last week so I wouldn't have to carry guitars. No one believed me. Skeptics.

Anyways, I'm not. Don't ever plan to be again, in fact. I plan to adopt babies. Babies and babies and babies. I haven't figured out how to take them on the road yet, however.

But maybe you are saying, "Hey! What about Jenny and Hank Jr?" If so, I am sorry. To both of my story-fans. The thing is, I have to be in a certain mind to write Jenny stuff and I'm not in that mindset out here. So there you go.

Today we are in Salt Lake City, Utah. I have yet to see a vanfull of wives. Tomorrow we drive 45 minutes or so to Park City, where we will be all weekend. It is beautiful and very, very cold. (to a Texan, anyway)

Currently, we are soundchecking and then half of us are going to a thrift store to buy jackets and such and half of us are getting free massages. Nice.

Ideally for you, my lurking blog readers, I would update daily. Sometimes that ain’t possible due to our host homes being, in general, FOUR HUNDRED MILES away from a wireless signal. Last night we slept in a guest house across from a vineyard in Madera, CA.

Before that, we played for a youth group in Fresno. Then today we went to a high school and talked to a Christian club. I love teenagers. I wish I could tell them that now is not forever, and it will get easier and it will get harder, but it’s just 4 years! But I don’t tell them that, because I am NOT OLD.

You don’t really ever get to stop being a youth pastor. You can be a retired youth pastor, or a reluctant youth pastor, but if you love kids, it keeps coming back.

I am really inspired to write these days. I am having lots of deep and potentially profound thoughts, but not so much the time to write them down. Also, I don’t want this to become Debbie Downer’s Flotsam and Jetsom.

Tomorrow, we drive 12 hours to Sandy, UT. Maybe I will write some stuff then. Or, I will eat Hot Fries, get nauseated, try to take a nap but get my head bounced so fiercely by the back tires or shocks or whatever that I will give up on that so I will read my Bible and listen to Kim Walker for an hour or two and then I will eat some other crappy questionable food item and then read a chapter or two of a novel and then discuss immigration or the potential nationality of the Antichrist, and then we might discuss that one time that Daniel fell off the stage or what have you. Then, I will fight off the MOGs advances and eat some more and then pray for a while and then maybe, MAYBE we will be there and what have I written? Jack Squat, that’s what.

He sits in a plastic lawn chair on the Santa Monica Pier with an acoustic guitar. His matted blond and white hair is pulled into a ponytail which falls haphazardly over his army jacket.

Spread out behind him is the expanse of the Pacific Ocean, sunlight shattering across the ripples. The sky is a heartbreaking clear blue, divided by masts of boats and seagulls rising and falling. He doesn’t see it. He stares into a wooden staircase, where an old black man sits on the landing wearing a bright blue pinstripe suit and yellowed dress socks- he gives the impression of having sat there, on that step, for years.

If they have sat there, year after year, one singing and one listening, they give no clear sign of recognition, no bond but the bond of the refugee. One sings sad songs, songs about Vietnam in a clear and classic voice, and all the tourists are sobered as they pass. The other waits, old dress shoes hanging loosely over the weathered plank bleachers. Nothing is coming, and nothing will change. They wait.

The singer strums and pours out his blood as the Asian tourist holds his camcorder and observes from a 4 foot radius. A dollar bill is dropped in his guitar case. He sings about saying goodbye to his brother while a teenager and her boyfriend pass, hands in each other’s pockets, carefree and in love. He doesn’t see them. He sees the steps, and the pain, and the dollars.

We sit on the faded blue bench in the hot sun and listen, our backs to the singer. His harmonica weeps and then he sings about knocking on heaven’s door. Everything is quiet but the clarity of his voice and the harmonica reminding us that we, all of us, are in need.

So, where I am it is 5:40. Count your lucky stars to be sleeping right now. Well, count them when you wake up. By that time, I should be sleeping in the van, or at least fighting the MOG for leg room and half-blanket custody in the van.

We have a TEN hour drive today. Yikes. The good news is, somewhere in there I will take the time to work on Telenova a little bit and then maybe upload it tonight from San Diego. The bad news is, we have a TEN hour drive. The other good news is Radiant women don't get to drive. The other bad news is that the men blast the AC and refuse to stop for the bathroom.

Last night I heard Nate Nelson say we stopped constantly to use the restroom. Twice in seven hours. TWICE. I have stopped drinking. Maybe you're relieved but a little freaked. I never drank like THAT. I mean water. I will just wait, and then ten hours from now I'll drink my fill.

Tonight, a pro-life event in San Diego with Matt Lockett of Bound4Life and the Justice House of Prayer in San Diego! We love all those people!

Last night we played in a house of prayer on a mountain in Arizona. It's recorded if you want to watch it on ustream. It was a hard fight but there was definite breakthrough. Then, we ate lasagna and went swimming, in a giant hot tub. Me and Han wore our burquas.

We were swimming 5 hours ago or so. So there you go.

Attention, dog lovers. Prepare to be offended. But first, I will tell you about last night’s ministry.

Every stop is basically pull in, eat lunch at the church, set up gear for a loooong time and then eventually soundcheck and practice for a while and then maybe some caffeine IV drips and then prayer and then the service and then dinner. So that’s what we did.

This was a youth group in El Paso, and they were great. Youth groups are usually fun because they are not as cool as young adults or as “mature” as adult audiences and therefore, they dance. Which I love. I dance too. I might be getting old. I will not succumb to age’s call yet… not yet. The whole night ended up prophetic ministry to individuals. It was pretty heavy and awesome. Then we had Taco Cabana. Also heavy and awesome.

Now, I will talk about dogs. Hate em. Our hosts were super nice, and their house was great and no problem. They did, however, have dogs and thus inspired this post.

Dogs are SO intimidating. Why do they bark, with their insolent glares and their razor sharp teeth? Cats are so reasonable. If a cat hates you, they usually just shun you entirely, or maybe take the occasional swipe at your passing ankle. Dogs don’t even have to dislike you. All it has to be is, they don’t recognize you or you smell different or something, and they’re growling and barking. Terrifying. Stupid dogs.

I had more to say, but that was hours ago and I’m over it. If I come to your house and you have ravenous beasts, know that I love you despite that. Now I feel better.

In other news, I will be live-streaming every concert at low quality from my webcam. The link is up above this post.

Almost ready to go here... my tour plan changed from one week to three weeks last night, due to a providential mother-in-law. I'm a little concerned about Toby developing (more) violent tendencies due to our 3 week separation, but we always have video chat... maybe that will be good enough.

This is Nate and Daniel's last tour, and I am stoked about getting to be on the road for it.

Last night we did a CD release concert in Magnolia. If you don't have the new CD yet, it's up on Itunes ...go listen and then purchase it. It's really beautiful.

So, I will be on the road for the next 3 weeks but I plan on keeping up with the blog here, especially since ANDY CHAVEZ said I was slacking.... Hopefully, the 8 and such hour drives will give me some good time to write, once I'm done reading the Bible, of course.

The plan is for Viking Granny to potty-train Brynn while I'm out cavorting with my rock and roll band. Win-win.

I am pretty heartsick about leaving, but once I'm on the road, either neglect or grace makes me able to focus on the task at hand. Maybe next year they will be ready to be mini-roadies.

If you think I got beaned in the head directly at the start of this video, you are correct. I have a whole meaningful blog I'd like to write about Toby's hyperactivity bringing up painful memories of my young childhood, but the rock and roll is blaring and I can't focus.

So this is what you get :)

CD Release concert tonight! Freedom Fellowship in Magnolia TX! Come and buy the new CD- it's our best yet!!

We leave for tour on Friday morning. The week before a tour, I try to use all the groceries, finish all the laundry, pick up all prescriptions, and then rid the house of trash and anything else that would make the house stink after weeks. So far, I have used almost all the groceries.

The only problem is, we don't leave till Friday. We do have eggs and cheese, and according to the primary voices of my childhood, that is plenty. The laundry is 75% done, and if people would stop wiping peanut butter on everything, it will be done completely prior to our trip. We like to get the house clean before we leave, so we have lots of room to throw giant bags of shoes, toys and half-masticated Cheetos from the van as soon as we get back..

In other news, I will be 31 this week. I will use this opportunity to refer you back to my Proverbs 31 post, which I like a lot. I am confident that by the end of this year, I will have the "virtuous wife" gig in the bag. Stay tuned!

Now, call me a maverick, but I like to have a party every year for my birthday. Some people think that once you hit puberty, you should knock it off with the birthday idea and just have a nice quiet dinner and maybe some cake. Okay, I will do that too. Still. You can take the girl outta the party but you can't take the party outta the girl... So! I will be having a birthday party at Julie D's house on Saturday at 5. Texas pals are invited. It might be our only chance to catch up with you prior to hitting the West Coast, so come on over.

In other, other news, Richy will be preaching at CTK Sunday morning and then we have a CD release concert Monday night at Freedom Fellowship. The new CD is amazing. I might be biased, but I'm not wrong. You can download a free track here: or on iTunes here . Go get it!

The full tour itinerary is on facebook.

And that's it for today. Your mom is random.

Last night we led worship for ATC, IHOP's youth camp. We have a mixed team of IHOPpers and Radiants, and we did all cover worship songs, except You are Holy. It was good, and weird. For one thing, I am paranoid because IHOP is such a different culture and they have certain ways they do things, which make perfect sense when you are sustaining worship 24 hours a day for the last TEN years. It's just intimidating for me to step in with relatively little knowledge of how it works around here. (the MOG, on the other hand, has learned how to fit his spazzy self into the "model" and has a blast)

The other reason is that we are wearing in-ear monitors, aka "the devil". In-ears are kind of like ear buds, but you have to CRAM THEM WAY DOWN INTO YOUR EARS. Now, I have never been accused of having small ears. In fact, I remember Stevey Ellis clearly asking if I could fly with my ears in third or fourth grade. They stick out. The smallness issue is inside said ears. I don't have a lot of space, and so I have to wedge the hard plastic molds into my whole ear canal, causing pain and suffering and emotional damage. THEN I have to plug it into a monitor control thingy connected to a music stand, and I am forevermore tethered to said music stand with cords hanging down my legs. It's a little distracting, what with the shooting pains in my ears and the cords underfoot and then my monitor got a short. So I would have very, very quiet rock and roll worship followed by a WAVE of sound directly to the brain. Ouch.

I like floor monitors, and amplifiers, and drums with only a little drum shield and not a private cottage. I like STAGE noise and CROWD noise and such. So that was a bit of an obstacle.

(disclaimer: none of this is a criticism of IHOP. It's merely a rocker's lament, my dear KC friends)

It ended up being great, the kids were awesome. I remembered how much I love teenagers.

We have not started packing yet. The end.

So, the glasses came in today. So far, Toby has not messed with them, probably because he has been asleep. Brynn has stolen them twice. And despite my adjuring "Don't put your face over there!", his face keeps getting within her grasp.






Pretty good, huh?
He's walking around tilting his head and looking at stuff... very excited and cute.

In other Clark news, we (Radiant) are definitely playing at the Call DC II. You should go. Find a bus, train, or plane... stick out your thumb and plan on sleeping in a tent, whatever. We will be gathering on the Mall in Washington DC, and fasting and crying out to God. For 12 hours. Or maybe 14. To quote Dr Phil, this is gonna be a changing day in your life. August 16th. Be there.

In other, other Clark news, Brynn is sitting up on her own now! She tried it the last day we were in Texas, and now she's a pro. Also on her agenda, pulling up. She doesn't quite have it, yet. But she gives it a good try. If we pull her to standing on something, she can't figure out how to sit down and will stand there whining indefinitely.

And that is the news of the day... later.

Been slacking a little on the blogging lately. First, I was grumpy. I got progressively better as my children's father spent some time with my children... which meant less climbing on me and screaming in my ear and so on. I was there too, but just having Parent 2 in residence helped a LOT.
Then, Sunday afternoon, a few Radiants (daniel, chris and hannah) came to visit! Wahoo! Monday the some more of the Radiants (leah and nate), which leaves a deficit of a few Radiants (Jacob, his soon-to-be-bride Rachel, and Natalie). Very happy happenings here... I missed my peeps tremendously. Good times, including hilarity.
Last night was the concert... you can watch the vid on yesterday's post. It was awesome except the part where I chased a nutso hyper 2 year old for a long time. My favorite part might have been when I was back in my apartment with sleeping or baby-gated children, peacefully watching the webstream.

Not that I'm complaining, really. I am actually loving this time of being Mommy of the Year to these little people. I do get stressed and exhausted, but I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Cliched, yes. Sometimes you gotta bust the cliche. Does that need some kind of accent? Cliche' ? Anyways. The point is that most of the time I really love just being mommy. I should blog about that more, instead of just when I'm tired and frustrated.

By the way, Toby knows the alphabet by sight, and some numbers, and most of his colors. I just thought you should know.

Oh, and more of these great pictures over at My picture blog

Tonight at 7 CST, Radiant will be webstreaming a live concert from Nashville... just come back at 7 and click play...

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Did you miss the concert? Here's the video!


Altar mnistry video and other archives here

Newbie Materialistic Worrier said...
Hello Ms. Smarypants,
I'm not usually a worrier.
But i find myself worrying now...over the silliest thing. The office where i work is being carpeted this weekend, and i can't stop worrying about whether they'll break my desk when they move it.
I mean i've been thinking about this for DAYS!
I'm afraid i won't be able to sleep in in the morning; i may have to come and supervise them.
This is RIDICULOUS!
Ms. Smartypants, what's WRONG WITH ME?????

It sounds like you may have Incurable Neurotic Psychosis. You should invest in soft carpeting for your walls and plan for a lot of time indoors. Best of luck!

BethC said...
dear ms. sp
please use your superior verbage and insight to critique some/or one Christian movie(s) from recent year(s). I have heard of a new one, "Noelle".
My dear reader, I am not familiar with the film you speak of. However, it is produced by the same company that made "One Night with the King", which was, in this alter ego's mind, a real snoozer. This reporter does not have high hopes. I have heard great reviews of the movie, "Bella", which is also produced by a Christian company.
As to my typical response to "Christian" movies, not so much.

In other news, we went to see Switchfoot in concert Saturday (my birthday present from the Leah and Nates. Rock and roll.... it was awesome.
Pretty quiet around here, thank God. We are almost a week into the Daniel fast, and I am missing sugar FEROCIOUSLY. But it helps me remember to pray. Let's see complete healing! Wahoo!

OH- AND LOOK DOWN THERE

NEW CD SAMPLER!!