2007-01-17
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Not quite Swashbucklin' In Brooklyn, but close. Well, conceptually, at least. "We cruised down the river, patrolling the docks, delivering justice for eight square blocks; Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot, he used swords, and daggers, and kung-fu what-not"
some days, it's nice to be me
Picking up compliments for my work is nice. Picking up compliments for what I will laughingly refer to as my art is much nicer. Mind you, John still doesn't believe that I generally don't have a tune in my head when I write lyrics, just a beat.