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Crowd speaks in unison-------"Hi, Rick. Thanks, Rick, for taking a load of guilt and shame off my shoulders for I, too, am a blues fan. When I was younger, I was asked what I wanted for Christmas. Instantly, I replied."More Butter and Cotton, lots of Cotton!" Seeing their puzzled stares I was too ashamed to tell them I meant *Paul Butterfield* and *James Cotton*. And so, as Christmas arrived and I watched everyone else open packages with cool new sweaters and argyle socks, I smiled graciously and opened my boxes of butter and cotton-----(lots of cotton). Sigh---- It ain't easy bein' a blues fan but somebody's gotta do it. ps --see signature below

Sometimes people just do what they consider "the right thing" without seeking a reward.

Rick Little Toby Walker won the IBC in Memphis a couple years ago. He then came through Columbus and played The Blues Station or Thirsty Ear or some place like that. Check out the NATIONAL he is holding on his homepage. He will be part of a weekend workshop @ Fur Peace Ranch in Pomeroy in April, 08 along with Jorma K. and Jack C.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbKiMnmItkYStuff like this.

One more Bill Clarke

CGT!!! Oh, Yeahhh!!! Very cool stuff.

Gosh that's swell, fellas. Now what say we amscray before the uzzfay get wise to us.

So here I was in the hospital--------err---I mean, This friend of mine was in the hospital getting half an ear sewed back on, on account of it was 98 degrees on the job site and I figured-----I mean, my friend figured,--- "Wouldn't it be nice to work without a hard hat for a little while? What could possibly go wrong?" Well, the ear part itself was pretty much painless( Or so my friend told me) but it seems they have to put some kinda nerve blocking stuff in your head about every 2mm with a syringe to form a circle around your ear. My friend told me that the pain from that part of the procedure is enough to drive an enraged bull moose to its knees and holler "MAMA"!!! So, I decide to think on something pleasant( Like maybe long hair will come back into style and no one will notice half the ear is gone) and I-----I mean my friend-----can tell them to just keep the left over parts"Thank you very much, I'll just be on my way." Well, almost instinctively, *my friend* started speaking in tongues to himself. Lo and behold, he found it helped him to clear his mind and ignore the pain. Then, in a manner most rude, one of the Docs interrupted *him* to ask a question. There was that pesky pain again. After answering the question *he* resumed the SIT thing and, Voila!, the pain let up again. Now, my friend has told me he has done something similar on countless occasions when refocus and concentration were needed. Personally, I think TWI was "all wet" in what they taught about speaking in tongues but if you ever have a friend who decides to "lend you an ear", you might mention this benefit. Did I mention this happened to a "friend"? edited to mention this was several years ago

Here's one for Jonny Lingo

Highway 59

In a letter addressed to The Danbury Baptists, dated 1802, Thomas Jefferson stated the following in regard to The First Amendment to The United States Constitution: "I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should 'make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof', thus building a wall of separation between church and state."

Happy anniversary, anotherDan. (and Liz)

"Yoo Hoo, it's me, Pinky Lee." "Ohhhhh!---You make me so mad!" Without The Pinky Lee Show, there would be no PEE WEE's Playhouse. "Now don't forget the magic words----Please and Thank You."

You said it, not me.

Thanx, Mr. Miller Maybe I just went for the weekend of the closing. I think my fiance went for the whole shebang. I definitely remember being there, though, and discussing my impending nuptials with a certain "mucky-muck". Sigh--- It sure doesn't seem like 30 years.

And now the downside Excluding the possibility of a tragically disfiguring accident, you can never get divorced.

Speaking In Tongues by The Holmes Brothers Mighty fine album(CD) HeeHee--- not what you had in mind, I'm pretty sure.

Testicular implants on a pooch---- They serve about the same purpose as teats on a boar hog. Oh yeah, almost forgot---- We were talking about what TWI taught on abortion

Sprawled I now see that my example of musical notation was weak, at best. Suppose that in your mind you can hear the tuneMary Had A little Lamb Perhaps you can play it on an instrument, perhaps not. It does not matter. Using your knowledge of music theory, you transcribe it . Perhaps you carry it a step further and score an arrangement that features an entire orchestra. Still, this is not "music". It is a *recipe* for music. It follows all the conventions of harmonic theory, etc, and is very precise in expressing what is expected of the individual performer. Perhaps "dynamic" notations are added to further aid in interpretation. Still, this is not music. It is only an explanation and analytical view of music. The music, itself, transcends the written page. Here's another way to look at it: You have a recipe for cornbread. It may reflect how you have made cornbread in the past. It may reflect how you think cornbread should be made in the future. Still, it's not cornbread. It can't express that glorious sensation you experience when you bite into a piece of cornbread that has been prepared perfectly.

Nandon Wish I had some answers for you. I don't. I'm pretty sure, though, that what you are describing is not what most people would call a "mid-life crisis".

I was at work in Columbus, Ohio when the news broke. There was a gal there who was a HUGE Elvis fan and she completely lost it. She clocked out and went home sobbing. Did this happen on a Friday? I'm asking because I remember going to the ROA that year at Shelby Co. Fairgrounds. I'm thinking maybe I drove in after work. HAHA!--- I remember that little store. They thought we were all crazy but took our money just the same. Got married a month later.(1st time) Yes, those were indeed some sad times. ;)

A la P. The computer that I mainly use is very old and can't do a lot of high tech stuff. (Ditto on the guy behind the keyboard.) Soooo----Sometimes I amass the more technical stuff until I can use a more modern machine. Then I have a "heyday". Sometimes I don't get to listen to a posted song for days. I'm probably not the only one. It's nothin' personal.

Amazingly, Hamm, this very practice was done in centuries past for a couple of reasons. 1. Maintain high voices of pre-pubescent choir boys. 2. Create a royal security force that could not be swayed by conventional temptations. OK-- Where were we?