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It’s ceramic to imagine this sort of rock & roll show occurred back in those days; not that I don’t believe

it did ..just that it seems like a different time a different place that logic suggests no way Never happened

really. Not the way we are as a people & a location anymore. & it’s not a complaint not really as the ire

that exists towards said apathy & the gentrification o the beer joint state in this Western civilization made

possible by the good folks at GE & Exxon who flip a switch and jail the contemplators for wearing togas

in town square during the presidential address. Not to mention the furor sent up the flagpole for the wild-

eyed wingnut on some dangerous side of left field that claims squirrels should have the right to vote their

conscience as well as their cat food (if taken back to its cellular humanity) giving all duet credence to the

seeded gent there in right field who’s notions of public safety lean wholly on the dyed in the wool side of

revenue streams that dwindle too easily @ this sell the spendthrift rate, open the floodgates o woolen want

& police state and carve the fat onto my plate & my plate and my plate Not your plate and change the way

we are one with the music, ill-fated, while you and I deny by passivity or duplicity the finer act of creative

music songwriting for sake o the true measure of a man about town...& a posse who knows just enough to

know this is a cat who can go go go while an audience talk as loud through the ballads as they do the Belo

Sounds like rare fun was being had therein but must not have been sustainable in th’yin of hubbub & stuff

Whelp. A good measure of posterity’s sake (& listening pleasure), anyway.

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