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boston, mass.
10.10.04

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Anonymous said…
Stephen, I admire you, and your knowledge about subjects you obviously care about. Its inspiring.

I was just wondering, who do you consider your God to be? How would you describe him from a personal prespective?
I havn't read anything that you have written offering an answer to my question, because you pretty much only address christianity, from a viewpoint of what christians are or aren't, rather than who God is, or is not.
I'm interested...
-Brittani
britrocksengland@hotmail.com
1:17 AM
Anonymous said…
You are amazing. I have so much respect for you and your views. If I am ever fortunate enough to get to where you are today in music, I hope I will be as honest and pure as you. I really would like to talk to you more, so if you do read this, just give me an e-mail at
coolpants87@hotmail.com

I met you at Ridglea Theatre last night in Dallas, Texas. Thanks for staying afterwards and hanging out, unfortunately, my ride was leaving me, so I was only able to shake your hand and say that you were awesome. Hopefully we can talk another time!

- Jerry
2:57 PM
Anonymous said…
wow that picture is beautiful. where was it taken?
3:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Man Stephen who DOESN'T admire you? I just wanted to tell you I have been listening to your cover of "The Promise" over and over tonight. Its puts a feeling in my stomach. And I love it and i don't want to stop listening to it and go to bed like I should. My mom loves it too. It was her favorite song for a while and she likes your cover as well. But man I am IN LVE with it. Thanks for making it even if you were just having some fun or whatever. Talk to you soon.
12:10 AM
Anonymous said…
-- As much as I love reading about your views on Christianity, Estaban, what really got me all worked up is seeing you say 'bullshit' on September 27th.

Makes me feeling slightly more normal. lol.

-- I really enjoyed reading that interview you did. As a Christian who just happens to be a musician it really rings true to what I am trying to do with my record.

-- The photo is beautiful. Where was it taken?

-- I miss seeing your name on aim. Where are you at the moment?
10:41 PM
Anonymous said…
oh lovely boston my capital city.

on the tour joural you said that no one cared when you guys were there last time. i didn't know you played there last ocober, or else i would have forgotten about the sox and gone to the show.
i wish i could be at the show tomorrow, but my lack of money and transportation prohibits it. oh dang.
4:26 PM
Morgan said…
Thanks for taking a stand when it's not always popular to do so... 1 Cor. 10:31!
11:19 PM
MH said…
I feel so...claque-ish. I wanted to write and say how much I appreciate everything you write on, and how sad I was to see that not only was the trip to Nashville (finally a chance to thank you in person!) cancelled, but for family reasons. I sincerely hope things get better, or at the very least that peace is restored.
11:44 PM
Anonymous said…
Stephen (et al) you rocked the house tonight at Avalon! Tried to catch up with you for a pic but it didn't work out. The show was so amazing!! Can't wait till you come round again. Hope you enjoyed the choco. choco. chip cookies!! And I hope you get to see more of our sweet, sweet city than just Yawkey Way, even though Fenway rocks all. Heart, Emily Grace
10:25 PM
Anonymous said…
oh - ps - thanks for not swearing like it's your job. it was not unnoticed! E.G.
10:34 PM
Anonymous said…
Can't quite understand the nature of the adulation you seem to have garnered. I assume you have a need to adise humanity that you have found 'the' path to enlightenment and are sharing that tidbit with us. Thankyou for your view... I shall engrave it on some high place upon a stella or obelisk for all time.
11:48 AM
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