Sometimes we get nervous that we've accidentally carved out too much of a niche for ourselves, and everything we receive in the mail filtered and refiltered through people's notions of what we're supposedly "all about" to the point that we're just getting infinite new iterations of the same Vice-style album and the same Vice-style book and we're so subsumed in this little bubble-world of our own creating there's basically no way we'll ever stumble across anything real and amazing again. It can lock us in a solid panic for a while until someone like Mr. Dean sends us a request for an interview and we realize for most folk we're still just a blip on the radar between Vibe and Vida Latina. Whew.