AWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwww man, for Pete's Sakes anyways!!!!!  When it rains it pours, ...so long young troubadour;  flights of starlights hawkwind you to your grace & more.  This was the year we had intended to seek out his show………finally…..having really been listening to much of his playing. 

Oh…we got us a Mess of Blues ... & it goes on ... & on ... & on & on & on ..... 

White Man's 21st Century Machinations & Medicine, baby.  Our peers are dying all around us...........

we gona kill the cancer, son  but we gona kill all kinds of other tissue too  it’s a height of the medical revolution, son   gona put this stuff in you  we think you gona like it  even though it makes you puke  it’s the tip of the medical ravelation, son  we gona shoot this stuff into you   it’s true, so true, we gona shoot this stuff into you   it ain’t new, my boy, no, it ain't even new   we gona shoot this stuff into you   yeah you  ...there’s money for the rockets and money for the jets and money for the football players from the east to the west  there’s money for oil fields & shady deals   & money for the candidates   but the money doesn’t grow on trees here son, this old white man’s medicine is still the best……..  P.S.  We love you too ..................................little guinea pig, you

........Love the ones your with.........