Meanwhile, in Gotham Metropolis aka New York City, on a small alley called 8th Avenue, there's a light shining from a 2nd floor window in a non-descript building badly in need of repairs that'll never get done. That light is shining 24/7. Up the ratty flight of stairs, in a tiny cluttered clump of offices, a rag-tag group of music-lunatics have a different idea.

With little more than scotch tape and mirrors, dotpointperiod is founded on what the music business used to know... Dot Good Music Is The Whole Point... Period.

Like some hoarder/hermit's hovel, stuffed with Pop Culture memorabilia, these offices are home to said group of believers... Binky... Head Honcho, Admiral of the Rowboat ("Sorry, I wasn't listening")... Excitable Boy... NASCAR Democrat... Proven Madman... has sunk his family's entire teenytiny widget fortune into this adventure. Steve... Right-Hand-Realist ("Ferchrissake, that's gonna cost waaaay too much...") constantly reworking the numbers... hoping they'll come out differently. Ben the Wizard... been around, he knows everything about anything and remembers half of it... actually gets things done even. A guy known only as "Art Department"... he may have been there when they moved in, nobody's sure... but he's good with a number two pencil. "The Coder" - a genius without a clue or glue ("Dude, I'll be RIGHT back!"). "Price Check"... an almost-walking bed-head ("Hey, I can do that"... and sometimes he can). And... Deep in the Heart of Texas, "The Gage" is turning the knobs, pushing the buttons, scanning the dials, recording, mixing, remixing... and remixing... and remixing... crafting some of the best sounding music to be found anywhere... ANYWHERE! Oh... and The Crew (is two a crew?)... they go where the bands go. When the bands don't go... The Crew have been known to fly things off the roof of the dilapidated Dotpointperiod building. It's best to keep them on the road.

They're all here because they think this is important and... well, because they care. It can't be for the money... Well, maybe they WILL make enough money to become Stoopit Trump Rich and finally buy themselves the pony Mommy and Daddy denied them... Maybe they won't. But, from here to Kalamazoo to Sri Lanka, they WILL get the message out.

DEAF PEdESTRIANS are the first discovery. iTunes heard and believed. And iTunes' clientele have believed to the tune of a couple hundred thousand downloads... and counting... just since April 12th, 2005!

In the can now (having recorded, mixed and mastered with The Gage, of course), is Three Fantastic...
The usual thing? NO... make that VERY NO! Don’t worry, January 2006 is just around the corner.

And that's just the first 100 feet up the Yellow Brick Road... Heck, you can still hear the damned Munchkins singing... And it would be nice if they'd shut up... because if you could hear what's being played in those crowded crazy cluttered little rooms at Dotpointperiod, youíd be as excited as the nutjobs running the joint.

Hey... WHY NOT SELL SHOES? EVERYBODY WEARS SHOES! Yeah... But... Where's the frickin' frackin' fun in that?!