Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse, But I'm sure I hear a train. Oh boy! I don't even feel no pain!

I guess I must be driving myself insane.

A few weeks ago I picked up an unbelievable recording of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. It's one of the best albums I own, along with my Pet Sounds boxed set… Anyway, because Rachel has gone out for dinner with Lyz, I get to blast that as loud as I'd like without driving anyone crazy. For some strange reason, not everyone loves progrock. I hear they're into some emo thing.

Anyway, I've spent the past hour (before turning on the stereo) learning to play The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald. It's not a hard song or anything, I just haven't played much in the past ten years, and I certainly haven't read much music… But it seems to be going well. So far I think I have about 45 IAM members who have submitted music for the compilation CD.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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