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Originally posted by Shape Shifter
Be nice. Looks like PLF had a tough night.
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Indeed I did. But nothing to do with kidnapping. Something about hot clubs and interminable waits between hip hop acts makes the gin and tonics go down like water. Fortunately, I went to one of those girly spin class thingies over lunch, and that wrung every ounce of liquid (including the G&T's) out of my system. I spent the afternooon rehydrating and am now ready to hop back on the depravity train again - tonight, the White Stripes. It's not easy being me, but at least I'm not listening to neo-classical or that sissy jazz stuff like Greedy cubed. I stopped going to jazz shows when I realized that all the supposedly great jazz musicians were just moving their fingers really fast - basically playing the same muddied swirl of notes over and over again for every solo. Sorry, folks, but that ain't music, no matter how sophisticated it makes you feel to sit in a jazz club and listen to it.
