Dear Editor, Six years ago, I moved back to Oklahoma City from Austin to help some family members survive the conditions here and immediately went into a deep geographically based depression. The lack of quality live music was tantamount to oxygen depletion, and it was oppressive to say the least. Then I happened on to a local duo called Blake O. & Supersmith (www.blakeosupersmith.com). It was like a beacon of hope in the darkness that is the Oklahoma City music scene, bless its heart. However, these talented youngsters are now Cali bound and apparently about to blow up because of the interest of one Mr. Neal Pogue, OutKast's favorite producer and Grammy winner for producing 2003 Album of the Year (Speakerboxxx/The Love Below) and song of the year ("Hey Ya!"), and through the musical grapevine that I cling to for life, Mr. Pogue seems to think there is more than one hit song on their debut album due out in the spring. I tell you all this because Austin is my homeboy, my music muse, my long lost love and I, in my own little way, wanted to gift this info to the only alternative paper in print today that has its literary shit together, if you will. Check them out and tell me if I'm wrong ... they are fresh and addictive, nonpretentious and deviously innocent, and in a wasteland of nonculture, I welcome such an addiction when I consider the alternative.