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| My dear Tripster, | |||||
 It's
been ages since I last visited Santa
Cruz ,
and it's too bad I missed you then — we
could have visited the Saturn
Cafe again for the first time
and enjoyed the Soy
Taquito Plate
together. Next time around,
I expect I'll be playing The
Catalyst and
we can hang together and throw back a Wolaver's or
two. |
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| Unfortunately,
I don't actually have a new album or a
tour or any new songs to lay on you right
this second, but maybe you could listen
to This Moody Bastard a
coupla times while I'm getting it all together
on my end. I sorta wrote that one with
you in mind, so I guess it's "our
song", if you know what I mean. |
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| I'll
tell you this, though: Tom Whalley and
the gang at Warners are all as excited
as Cannabis Cup Judges right
now about my forthcoming album — they've
promised me that they're gonna promote
the thing 'till they're White
Rhino in the face. Tom
himself is going to be hittin' it three
deep-two shallow for
all he's worth until my album screams to
the top of the charts and stays there for
a couple of months or more. |
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| Tell
the gang at Saturn's I
miss 'em the most and hope to see them
soon! |
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| Ciao
for now, -W |
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