Oh, THIS one... what to say... what to say... If I didn't know what a wonderful friend she is, I would be intimidated enough not to try to express in words just how incredible she is. She's probably the most intelligent person I've ever known. No, really, I mean, I've known lots of really well-educated, well-read, well-spoken people in my life, but none of them have the limitless talent and gutter savvy to compare to Megan. She makes me feel comfortable in every conversation I have with her. I'm not a very smart person, and I'm pretty socially retarded. Oftentimes I'll be engaged in conversation with someone who loves to flaunt their knowledge and instantly puts me in the deferent position of being the nodding moron who's saying "Uh-huh," "Yeah, that's interesting," "I didn't know that..." Megan has never made me feel that way. I appreciate that.

Anyone with the voice of an angel, the mind of a Greek philosopher thrown into the distant future, the skills of a ninja, and the balls of a clown in a funeral home deserves the props that you might ever hear anyone giving this woman. I want to sing with her someday. I'm so incredibly thankful that we've become friends through music, and stayed friends through love. Now if only we could get her and Chris to move to the Bay Area...

Megan and I were meant to find each other on this planet at the same point in time. My boss came into work with Lava Toad cd several years ago and called staff up to her office so we could listen to it. The music and lyrics were like NOTHING I'd ever heard. My jaw was dropped the whole time. She has such a versatile voice and can sound just like Joan Baez or Rickie Lee Jones. But she's singing sick and twisted lyrics at the same time to where you are saying, "Did I really really REALLY just hear that?" And the tears of laughter follow.

I didn't know how to describe it to people so I borrowed the copy and made my friends listen. I decided I had to know the people behind the music. I sent an email to the address on the cd to say, "Who the heck are you guys?! Where on earth did you come from?! How can I get a copy?!?!" Our friendship existed online for some time before ever meeting in person.

There was an instant feeling of trust with Megan. We have shared more with each other about our lives than anyone would ever dream of sharing with a stranger. And that's my point. Even from the beginning, she seemed like someone I already knew. We never actually felt like strangers.

There is comfort in knowing Megan. I know that what I see is what I get. She is honest. She's caring. She's SO incredibly talented. The only thing I don't like is that she lives in Seattle.

Her head is South America and the crook of my neck is Africa, and the fossil record is continuous between us.