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Well, Our Lady Peace is by far my favorite band. Some of my friends can't understand why, some say he is a "jerk" in concert and all this other stuff... but they just don't understand the band. I now know for a fact that Raine is far from a "jerk" he is very awesome in concert and seriously cares about his fans. At Summersault Our Lady Peace did 2 new songs. One called Junky and the other called Life. A friend of mine told me that he heard a rumour on the radio that OLP is coming out with a NEW album early next year, but I'm not sure if it will be that soon. Let me know if you hear anything about this!

To date, Our Lady Peace has released 3 albums. Naveed, Clumsy, and Happiness is Not a Fish That You Can Catch. I like all their albums but my favorite one of the three would probably have to be Naveed. For those of you that haven't heard of them, or haven't heard any of their music, well one of the songs should be playing right now in the background... you can also check out their website at www.ourladypeace.com for concert information, more songs, message boards and much much more.

I will add more here soon, for now, I'll leave you with a poem from where Our Lady Peace got their name...

Our Lady Peace

How far is it to peace, the piper sighed,
The solitary, sweating as he paused.
Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified,
Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.

The envelope of earth was powder loud;
The taut wings shivered, driven at the sun.
The piper put his pipe away and bowed.
Not here, he said. I hunt the love-cool one,

The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she?
We shook our heads, parting for him to pass.
Our lady was of no such trim degree,
And none of us had seen her face, alas.

She was the very ridges that we must scale,
Securing the rough top. And how she smiled
Was how our strength would issue. Not to fail
Was having her, gigantic, undefiled,

For homely goddess, big as the world that burned,
Grandmother and taskmistress, frild and town.
We let the stranger go; but when we turned
Our lady lived, fierce in each other's frown.

by Mark Van Doren