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Tony: Hen: So is this where we will post our gig diary stuff now? You can kill that one I wrote for the show back in May. I ain't liking it after all. Although it probably was lost when your hard drive seized up. So would that also mean I should re-send you my typed lyrics files?
Brian: You had to go and say The Who would still be touring in 2022. Now look what you've done. Po' Ox. At least, one hopes they wouldn't be. But you never know. They continued after Keith Moon after all, and judging by the way he's been whoring out all The Who songs for TV commercials, maybe Townsend still craves the cash he can garner from more touring. Any available replacements? Mike Watt? Kathy Valentine? Bootsy?
Ken: Know what I'd love? I haven't had a mix tape from you in a while. A mix CD would be even better, if you have the capability. Reading your raves about French Kicks and Robin Holcomb, two artists I know nothing about, makes me figure I could use some new stuff to chew on. Especially now that Audiogalaxy is dead, where I had been doing all my record "shopping" for the last few months.
A rotten filling dislodged itself from a molar and left a hole in one of my teeth on Saturday, the same day a jagged little tooth poked out of my daughter's gums for the first time.
Fawns and Pigs in Provincetown. Sounds like fun to me. Venison & Bacon. Bambi and Porky. No more Ox, though. Night-night, Thunderfingers...
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