Microphone (The DC Posse Knows What That Means)

Hey Soul Mates,
I finally scored a (fairly) vintage mic on-line. It took some doing. Vintage Shure mics are pretty valuable and desirable. It's not the 55s that I really wanted but a PE55. It'll do. The guy says it's a mid-70's model, rather than one from the 50s or 60s. As long as it performs the way I want it to, I'll be happy. It's my early birthday present to myself. Why not?

I may have to break down and go to Guitar Center today and get a new Shure 87. They have them for a decent price and I'm a fool not to sing with my own mic when we play & rehearse. Usually it's old funky mics. I think I've ingested 5 or 6 cans of Lysol the past 3 years.

I'm in a better mood than the last few times I have written, but AI4 and Mike Powell burn me.
I'm playing the Jacksons Live on the winamp. That's raising my spirits too. There's a big blog in my brain that I want to write about the late Michael Jackson.

Have a great weekend.
Love, Power, Peace

p.s. for my DC Posse: Jud Fasold isn't the only one "inta-nashnly knoooown! Micraafoooone!"

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