I've met that rock star twice. He's a very nice guy. Once was after a show with Soul Asylum when a friend of a friend was handling keyboards for them. (Handling is when you play keyboards but aren't a real official member of the band. I love words like that.)
Then sometime later I gave a reading in Minneapolis and he came in at the end.
And now...apparently he lives in my new neighborhood in New Orleans. And has a baby.
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I've met that rock star twice. He's a very nice guy. Once was after a show with Soul Asylum when a friend of a friend was handling keyboards for them. (Handling is when you play keyboards but aren't a real official member of the band. I love words like that.)
Then sometime later I gave a reading in Minneapolis and he came in at the end.
And now...apparently he lives in my new neighborhood in New Orleans. And has a baby.
Or...am I thinking of you?
No, it wasn't me, although I have admitted we've never been spotted together.
Ken, you have a secret life hanging with rock stars, I think!
Cuter, yes, and chances are, you write better lyrics.
Thanks. My lyrics suck as bad as my poetry. Which is too bad, because I could rock, if I wanted to.
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