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Posted on 03/12/2005 2:56:47 PM PST by NYC GOP Chick
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She fell asleep at the Beacon eh?
it used to fit rather well.......now at 295#, it tends to lay at a 45 degree angle across my belly
Its still the coolest sounding thing though
Wow! I bet that thing just rips your face off through a nice Fender Twin...JFK
Go for it! :)
Why do you think this is being passed of as serious news? Not my impression at all.
Nice pic, but I *really* wish you hadn't pinged me to such a large photo. Until that post drops out of my Comments, it pushes everything off the screen and I can't see if I have new mail, etc., without scrolling all the way over. :(
Sigh...those were the days....
OK, serious thought. How's that?
Yeesh. Everyone's a freaking critic!
Poets make enough to afford all this gear at Princeton?!
Dear Hiring Committee,
There was a young man from Nantucket...
It occurs to me that much of his success in this odd endeavor derives from the fact that he just didn't know the whole thing was impossible, that his dearth of musicality, advanced age and lack of Rock Star lips meant that it was flatly impossible for him to become the thing he had decided he wanted to become. Then again, some of that obtuseness might have derived from being male in the first place.
Unlike women, for whom menopause serves as an unignorable transition, a line dividing one part of life from another, men have no midlife marker to brake before, or even to steer around, in the hinterland from their youth to their age; there is only a great, elastic middle. Is it any wonder they lose track of where they are, and think they can do anything? And evidence being what it is, I'm forced to concur. Should Paul waltz in tomorrow and announce that he has decided to become an engineer, a painter or a matinee idol, I'm afraid I will be forced to give him the benefit of the doubt.
P.S. Lemme know if you need any help, hon.
im sorry - I'll ask the mod to delete it
We are overrun with guitars. I rearranged the furniture in our bedroom so that hubby could have the guitars tucked away next to his bed . . . so he can reach over and grab one when he feels like it . . .
Of course, he can actually play. (He played in a band before we met).
And he doesn't complain about my harpsichord (he actually had it made for me for our 25th anniversary) . . . or all the time I spend singing at church functions . . . or my expenses for trialing my dog . . . or my horse . . .
Live and let live, is what I always say.
About Paul Muldoon: A Profile:
I confess I never heard of this guy. I'm impressed that Seamus Heaney recommends him, because Heaney is a real poet. But poets tend to recommend poets, regardless, and I can't say that I think much of the two samples included in this profile.
I totally know how that guy feels. In my basement, I have this really cool accordion...
yo - I started playing when this cat was prolly getting out of grad school. I require no help.
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