So I promised to be a good little puppeteer, and since she was slacking away being all moon-eyed in love and a
wee bit crippled by some fears, we've decided together that its best I
now run this town. Lucky for us, I happen to be her better half anyway.
In the long run it was only a matter of time before she gave up. It
takes a lot to let go. And as I've said many times, oh the places we'll
go.
From today on, I will be chronically wherever the
journey may take me. If it has been so it shall be writ. If shit goes
down, y'all get a tasty little nugget to nibble on. If it is written, so
it shall be. This one I really like. There's no lying to the internet,
after all ;)
I've never played for a crowd that didn't consist of campfire-drunk friends and family. That is going to change.
If JL wants to tote the 6-string to Kensington Market and
bust out some tunes at Aspetta's open mic night on Thursday, then I
suppose it has to be done. Fear is not an option.
So
come on back to find out if I can really rock the house and get this
show on the road. Not that I have any doubts. And in the mean time,
perhaps a sweet surprise will pop up to give us a taste of what's to
come.
Don't change that dial. Shoot the TV if you really have to.
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