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MacGregor - 2009-01-30 04:53:49
If I had a dime for every night that Solid Air carried me through until the morning... instant coffee fortified with Dewar's by the kitchen window watching the traffic on the turnpike 5 floors down, back and forth with nowhere really to go. Sometimes played back to back, and back and forth with Van Morrison's Veedon Fleeces.
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Here Comes Lucy - 2009-02-01 00:46:31
Gosh. The John Martyn I saw a few years ago when I was working in Vicar Street - a Dublin venue - was a far cry from that clip. He was the kind of drunk that hasn't been sober in a long long time. He stumbled and fell on the stage, they got him a chair, he fell off that, the roadmanager was prancing around the whole venue from mixing desk to stage and back. The thing was a fiasco, horrible. It ended after a half hour, and the audience was furious. Livid. That really alerted me to the demands that audiences make, they demand that a musician live up to their expectations, every time. They wanted the young version, singing "may you never get angry in a bar room fight..." That had clearly not been the case for a long time.
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[email protected] - 2009-02-04 12:21:42
If Liela Moss from the Duke Spirit ever has a really sad breakup and gets depressed, tell her to call me.
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