
(I put this on my own blog, so folks could choose to read it or not.
'…For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
I got my six bucks worth.
This was a good night.
I learned things.
First band No More Kings.
-I caught the last two to three songs.
I was recently reading a post on MindHub where a writer discussed FresFam getting sold to the Bee, and how the people in the strings were freaking and going all negative.
I've thought about writing a personal letter to the gentleman in question.
But, they always say, why send flowers when somebody dies or is sick?
I remember clearly David Byrne in the early eighties saying that 'talking about music was like dancing about architecture.'
It was a nice cold night, windows open, tons of quilts.
Howdy Folks.
-Well, I've fallen in with an odd and woderful crowd.
There will be a large degree of FresFam readers who will be thinking, 'those wacky Christians, what will they think of next, first Crusades, then the the Witch Trials, the Pogroms, the Holocaust, t