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January 17th, 2001
OK,
How's it going up there in the Great White North? Hope that snow stuff ain't too much for ya. I'm not going to rub it in or anything but right now it's 72 degrees outside with a bright sunny sky. I just got back from doing a little skating and I haven't even broken a sweat. Now I'm not sure if not breaking a sweat reflects the fact that it's a beautiful day or that I'm getting too old to really kick it.
Got a cool present in the mail from a Freaky reader named Sam from up there in New Orleans. Sam said he's a big fan of the website and urges me to come back up to the Big Easy so he can show me around. He says that not everyone up there in the Crescent City has fangs and wants to show me "that kind of good time."
Anyway, Sam also sent me a record called "The Art of the Hurdy Gurdy"
I've played it and have come to the conclusion that a catch phrase should never be used as a musical instrument. This stuff ain't pretty to listen to, not one little bit. About the only thing I can say for it is that it does seem to have the ability to cause the local dogs in the neighborhood to join in for a sing a long. It does say on the back liner notes that the hurdy gurdy was considered "the instrument of beggars and vagrants by the 14th century."
In my book there's nothing wrong with a little vagrancy. In fact that's what I'm planning on doing a little more of right now.
Hurdy Gur,
Derek "notice the lack of 'dy'" Barnes
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