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Idiots dream. . . or so I have heard, around the tables that idiots set. And against that dream we set the back drop for the scruffy unknown ways for the rest of us. Not the sticking it gold, not the pot at the end of the . . . . Just the hand let lightly as a pat on the back. Or the hands placed neatly around the neck. Music is around, have you heard any lately? "Well most of it is bad, it's not like the music they used to make", yeah right. Let me tell you that there is always good music out there, you just have to look under every rock. We looked around and found out some very interesting things, wrote it down and here it is. I would like to point out that our form comes out of what we have or buy. Few of the reviews herein are from sent-in-the-mail type freebees. This is mostly the music that lays us low. The sticking in my throat songs. I grab my turntable with both hands and hammer nails into the platter. That's how good some of this stuff is. Don't let it slip through your fingers. your fingers, Brendan deVallance |