[Grizzly]

<p>Oh sweet mother of pasta what did I do?</p>
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<p>A musical friend, a "recording artiste" has 3 local concerts a year which are glorified house concerts held at a community centre and which attract a couple of hundred people over two shows on a Sunday.  He usually has an hour set, a break, then a guest for half an hour, a few more songs and then closes with a couple with the guest.  He's asked me to guest on his next show.</p>
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<p>I said "sure" when what I really wanted, needed to say was "Are you f*cking out of your gourd?".  I stood there dumbfounded in this sort of fugue state, my brain wondering who had just hijacked its systems. </p>
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<p>He asked "May 8th a good date?"  and I said "Yeah, that's a great date, we're just back from vacation" when what I really wanted, needed to say was "I would sooner have my appendix removed with a spork."</p>
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<p>Good, sweet child of the almighty. </p>
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[Mrtambalynman]

<p>That's cool.  So what material are you going to do on your set?</p>

 

[Grizzly]

<p>I think I'll do a medley of my hit.</p>

 

[Mrtambalynman]

<p>so your going to lip synch for 1/2 and hour to a looped recording of one song?</p>
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<p>maybe you should do a vinyl cafe - tell amusing anecdotes for 27 minutes and sing for 3.</p>

 

[Grizzly]

<p>I have a story I uploaded to my Facebook page.  I will likely use that story and weave a song or two together on Emmigration...</p>
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<p>Bodhran, banjo.</p>