…that makes The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets 13 years old.
Last night I had a dream that I was in New Zealand, visiting Peter Jackson. He had a new baby and I held it for a short while, trying desperately not to break its neck (its head was huge!) by holding it incorrectly. When I gave it back to Peter or his wife, there was a big stain on my shirt – and it was the only shirt I brought to New Zealand. So I asked Peter if he had any shirts I could borrow. He showed me a line of shirts that promoted one of his movies, but he expected me to buy one and I had no money.
that might explain why when i went to buy a CD yesterday, some guy came up to me and said “HEY! you are in the thickets are you?”
sorry spelling mistake.
he said “HEY! you are in the thickets AREN’T you?”
then i went home and wrote a song. OH for a consistent bass player!
Hey Banks!, I can be an incontinent bass player, would that work??