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| My dear Flipster, | |||||
 It's
been ages since I last visited Greenwich
Village ,
and it's too bad I missed you then — we
could have visited the Cafe
Dante
again for the first time and
enjoyed the cappucino
together. Next time around,
I expect I'll be playing The
White Horse Tavern
and we
can hang together and throw back a Dewar'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 Russian Grandmasters right
now about my forthcoming album — they've
promised me that they're gonna promote
the thing 'till they're black
and white in the face. Tom
himself is going to be hittin' it Clam
Casino
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 White's I
miss 'em the most and hope to see them
soon! |
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| Ciao
for now, -W |
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