My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. Everything is a poem to me, it's my shorthand.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant.... Except Alice!
When I did a morning radio show on mix 102.5 I had to buy my own copy of Alice's restaurant to play on the radio.(the station wouldn't buy me any music) I worked on Thanksgiving just so I could play it. It's a movement sing it with me when it comes around here on the guitar..... You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant...
It's as Thanksgiving as Les-man from WKRP in Cincinnati reporting about their turkey give away.
Mr Carlson is throwing Turkey's from a helicopter. "The turkeys are hitting the ground like bags of wet cement".
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