
Thanks to Frisco for dropping the pic again.
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Goober McTuber wrote:One last post...
Goober McTuber wrote:One last post...
King Crimson wrote:anytime you have a smoke tunnel and it's not Judas Priest in the mid 80's....watch out.
mvscal wrote:France totally kicks ass.
"I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance"Dinsdale wrote: She could start with "Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?" (sup Twizzler)
Just trying to tie some themes together here.
Ingse Bodil wrote:rich jews aren't the same as real jews, though, right?
The Whistle Is Screaming wrote:
Absolutely one of Hunters greatest efforts.
Hijinx? It's worth a shot.Dinsdale wrote: And I figure a few more successful thread hijackings, and we'll have to rename this forum Terrapin Station...we might need Mikey, Tom, and BSmack's help, though.
Ingse Bodil wrote:rich jews aren't the same as real jews, though, right?
The Whistle Is Screaming wrote:Take a couple of these and pass the rest to the "boys" and we'll see what happens.
Mikey wrote:Jeez, Dins is on a Terrapin roll today.
The Whistle Is Screaming wrote: Absolutely one of Hunters greatest efforts.
A gift that keeps giving.Robert Hunter wrote:Later:
After dark fell, I sat alone on the roof, fifteen stories high, of a building in Soho commanding a panoramic and unobstructed view of the skyscrapers of midtown Manhattan and the lights of the bridges. I had my guitar in hand and felt moved to sing "Terrapin Station" to the City. While I sang, rain began falling - I stood and edged around to the other side of the roof, still singing, to the corner of the roof facing the World Trade Center, some fifteen blocks away, where the sky is bright with floodlight illuminating the work of the excavation crew. A great plume of smoke continues to rise from the site of the devastation. As I sang, a powerful wind blew up very suddenly - wind so strong it threatened to rip my guitar out of my hands - reminding me of the storm in which I first composed the words I now sang. I wondered if I was involved in some kind of sacrilege, singing like this in the face of all that had gone down - the wind roaring increasingly louder and stronger, as though filled with spirits, as though trying to blow me over, make me stop. I kept singing until the end, repeating the "hold away despair," expressing all the sorrow I felt for the lost loved ones and for the healing of this magnificent and resilient City. I hope it helped. Helped me, anyway.