I remember ordering this from Blackout (I think that was it?) and years later selling it to Chris Swanson, who was working behind the counter at CD Exchange. I think he gave me a buck for it, probably had it on the shelf the next day for $5.
I go to someone’s site, and I see they have a 100 MP3s and I love them forever. But then I go to bands’ sites, and they have one song up and it’s in Real Audio and I’m thinking, 'What’s your home address because I’m going to stab you in the lungs. Just come out for your mail because I’m going to shank you.'
"One thing for sure, Woody Guthrie had never seen nor heard of me, but it felt like he was saying, 'I'll be going away, but I'm leaving this job in your hands. I know I can count on you.'"
+ "I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags," he explains, tossing off the kind of opening sentence most aspiring novelists spend their whole lives praying for.
+ Bood Bank certainly dispels concerns that Vernon's accomplishment was somehow environmental -- that For Emma's poetic circumstances, and not its contents, were responsible for its success.
True.
The band playing now also opened the show. Opened and headlined There was one singer-songwriter inbetween. There are 11 in the audience but somehow there's still a front row!
It's football season, and I'm trying to pay attention.
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