~`~ “Imagine nitwits among a small pride of vanguards: My soul has a tear the size of PBr’s head like a fixture up Limpboughs arse-hole & my heart is fragmented enduringly until yon light after dark comes to claim me where I can only hope springs eternal she’ll be waiting for her Messy all smiles & Maya scented. ..So all previous ..wholehearted rules of engagement are uh postponed. In this life I have ONLY one wonder from now until the passage: That earnest goodbyes, intended in-all-practicality, ...are ..never necessarily forever..”

That for the time being until reading Ed’s retort to the consort. In whose empathy for the musicality & humanities in the works of dear DB (in parallel, either intended or unintentionally) replenishes me with the gut-ache that had me pack m’bags due-previously. There is no oxygen in a black hole…nor in a black heart.

I’ve imagined a DBIS of creative endeavor in respects & directly proportional to Dan's visionary Double D deed as certainly as the days o Boomtown & TRIAGE & NFU & no telling how many apt scores etched- out in solace one cue after another after another @ a time ..sustaining relevance in music..

IT really is easy not to post on this forum. One can always talk privately with the likes o those beloveds over the years including our kind host, Dan. OR one day perhaps Dan will just simply hand out keys..& we’ll visit here for boat drinks & broke dreams & noisy sets of song & that little secret.. ~`~