Today is one of those days when I miss my long, black,
Last night was yet another amazing gig at the Prince of Wales. As what always ensues, again I felt like such a guy after every set. It does not help that I’ve reverted to my severely blunt haircut of the past teenage years. Now I am in need of any form of estrogen, even by way of something as superficial or irrelevant as a head of long, flowing, shiny hair. Le sigh.
Great gig, though! No mishaps at the drum and beats division. Atta (little drummer) boy!
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