I suppose you could say that maximum event oddity, in a bizarre two months of strangeness, blew into the venue at about 8:30pm on the Friday night. My old man and myself had spent the previous three hours entertaining ourselves with the sound mixing deck and microphones. Not to put too fine a point on it we had not managed to get as much as a whimper ou…
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