And truly I am. This is from 87, still adore the song, I think it just reeks...life. I was at Cap College, taking voice with Shannon Gunn, and a band was gots-together to put down the bed tracks. Yes, I have some tuning problems. The production is better than some of the other stuff, but still compromised by sitting for 20 years on a cassette tape waiting, ney begging to be released to digital, where it can feed the noosphere.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sorry, Mr. Simon
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