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Jan chimes in:
"Ok I'm not a religious guy, but hey, what are the odds of an eclipse AT THE SAME TIME as the Pope's funeral?

It's enough to make you rethink the religion thing just a little…"

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This next thing is partly invisible:

Ya ever____________the universe is backslappin'_______________with their
___________heads up their____________like a___________________________frothy schweppervescent___________________bad_________________when Chrissy and Janet thought Jack meant__________________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________Tuba City?

___too.

_______________Seekotch phoned in for tickets___________________old lady at the counter not knowing how to use the thing______________________. Reminds me of _________________and Mickey's tall boys at Ron's___________________________________________Doug Frost made us only by premium _______________________when we gave Wendy's a lawnjob while Joe___________________________________more eggs_________________________________ pissed!

Man those were the days

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Saw Josh Rouse at the Blind Pig in Ann Arbor Monday night.
The music and show was bliss, but warmer. What's a word that means 'bliss' but with some warmth to it? Like smoking a doobie with friends sitting on a soft carpeted living room floor with candles goin' and sweet old-school Fleetwood Mac ('Warm Ways' with Christine McVie singing) on the stereo with wood speaker cabinets with black fuzz on the front? Mellow bliss.

If you said 'piss', you'll feel right at home here.

Nice guys in the band. Great players. Got them to sign my Nashville CD after the show. Talked to them in the upstairs green room afterwards. Good guys. It will be fun to see them on the awards show in a year remembering them playing to half capacity crowd in a little A2 club one Monday night.

Spidey-sense tingletells me that he'll be the next Norah Jones next year, when the baby boomers (i.e. cash cow audience) catch up and realize he's playing the good shit. He learned all the right lessons from the great bands who came before him (that the boomers grew up with.) Kind of a 70s Paul Simon/Fleetwood Mac thing. Simple yet lush arrangements, truly tasteful playing by all the band members. Josh and the boys will be at Meadowbrook next summer, you watch.

That is, unless Josh's Anakin-like low-carb descent to the dark side spells his final doom. By morphing pounds-wise from one pop star to the next to become Crispin Glover, well, we all know how Dave Lettermen would love that.

Bare Naked Lady Josh