In which, a few hours after you voice your long-simmering suspicion that it’s time to hang it up, you get an email from a total stranger who was trying to remember a song you wrote 28 years ago and wondered if you had a recording or even just a copy of the lyrics.
I’m not taking it as a Big Message or anything. But that’s just weird.
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steelopus said:
You and I both know that you’re incapable of actually hanging it up. Go plug in, turn it up to 11, and play your favorite songs for 30 minutes. You’ll soon forget about the bad gig.
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lafix said:
You are a music man.
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raiselm said:
I’ll say.
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froggeek said:
We live in a strange universe, buddy.
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monkeyfrog said:
You love it too much to hang it up.
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