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By McCartney's Mullet [Show Recap]

Hey Soul Mates,
I'm speechless. Literally. I haven't blown out my pipes like that in years. My throat was acting up from lack of sleep and the hysteria at the McCartney show last night. But we made it to the end. I couldn't get near the high notes in A Talent For Loving and did the song 2 octaves lower than usual. Fortunately, we had a good crowd and we rolled with them like they were "student body right." Ha Ha.

We put on a lively show, starting with Fall Out. We did an extended intro to Sucka and I'm proud to say, I didn't hurt myself leaping at the end of the song tonight. Our MySpace friend Lola from Georgetown had put in a request for Done Lost My Mind, so we dedicated it to her. And after plugging MySpace, our good friend Kurt, who works with the site, presented me with a paper rose. How sweet. We wish all of you could have been there. Those who were there, thanks for helping us rock the hizzie.

Set List:
Fall Out
Everyone's Ingenue
U Had The $
Done Lost My Mind
Sucka

Hold On, I'm Comin'
A Talent For Loving

Plus we had the Double P's: Pat on video, Patty on photo documenting the night. Pictures at 11 tomorrow. I've gotta get some beauty rest. I have to get the voice in fighting shape for our night with DeBarge, Dec. 14 @ the Rumba Room. I'm sleeping til 9 and I don't care if I'm late to work. The man can kiss my... G'night.
Love, Power, Peace.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yea, the man can KISS IT!

I wish I was DA MAN...
Anonymous said…
Thank you guys very much for the dedication. Can't wait to see pics of your sexiness!

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