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I can tell that two of you were actually listening...
And you were THERE for the Stanford performance, so you would know.
Oh Bernard! How did new music and age fail thee this time?He's one of our favorites over at the Detritus Review. His selective hearing and painful, begrudging walks to the concert hall never fail to amuse.Keep up the good work, Lisa!
You have reminded me that I need to blog today's BH crime.
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I can tell that two of you were actually listening...
And you were THERE for the Stanford performance, so you would know.
Oh Bernard! How did new music and age fail thee this time?
He's one of our favorites over at the Detritus Review. His selective hearing and painful, begrudging walks to the concert hall never fail to amuse.
Keep up the good work, Lisa!
You have reminded me that I need to blog today's BH crime.
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