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| My dear Chris, | |||||
 It's
been ages since I last visited Santa
Monica ,
and it's too bad I missed you then — we
could have visited the Circle
Bar
again for the first time and
enjoyed the 14
year old groupie together. Next
time around, I expect I'll be playing Santa
Monica Civic Auditorium
and we
can hang together and throw back a Mickey
Finn 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 middle school girl's
volleyball stars right
now about my forthcoming album — they've
promised me that they're gonna promote
the thing 'till they're green
fruit in the face.
Tom himself is going to be hittin' it Rohypnol
Highchair
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 Circle's I
miss 'em the most and hope to see them
soon! |
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| Ciao
for now, -W |
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