think no matter how hard you try to make a real good point, color it with a little poetic

license, a little music, a little rhyme and metaphor, …no matter how much it looks click-

worthy late last night, it’s still going to read asinine or even just a little creepy the next

morning in the cynical and far more steely reality-based mutha-fuckin light of day? 

…Nah, probably not. 

Because you’re not an overenthusiastic dumb-ass with a writing disability. 

Anyway, …

for what you did choose to share with the world community:  Thanks, you moved me. 

You didn’t have to … but you did.   You moved a lot of people & maybe being moved is

good enough.  But when you get right down to the nitty-gritty, it’s your goods not ours.

Not the machine’s, not the media’s, not the industry’s, the bean-counters’, the fans’ or the city of angels’.

Happy Birthday David B.  … dad-dad-dadio. … You’re NOT commodity.