Johnny Cash?
No, the other man in black. I was out listening to classical guitar tonight and it was amazing. Of course, we blew a fatty of primo burmese Indican hydroponic crypto bud in the Cortina just before we went in. This enhances the experience. Any experience, really.
Okay, some Blackmore:
Rainbow Rising got me through the latter part of the 70s. Well, that and Blue Nun.
This is Blackmore’s Night Live. Joanna highly endorses this product.
So, when you go to buy your piles of Deep Purple CDs and DVDs for gifts for this western hemisphere more or less holiday season, throw in numerous Blackmore’s Night offerings too. You’ll be glad you did.
Oh. The other day I mentioned the “other” Glenn Hughes, who was Leatherman from the Village People. Look, I blog a lot of drek when I’ve had some martinis and skunk weed, but this is as real as, uh, other real stuff.
The other Glenn Hughes, not a figment of Joanna’s imagination.
Jo
Unauthorized copying, while sometimes necessary, is never as good as the real thing
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