So on a beautiful afternoon at the beach, in Santa Barbara, I played drums with these people. About the most fun a guy can have with his clothes on. Serious hoola hoopin at about the 7:15 mark.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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The "Inner-Hippy" inside the gun totin' ex-trucker general contractor? Who knew? 'Course all the poetry should have been a dead give-away.. :) Ain't man a mass of internal contradictions? Hell, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up--let alone analyze the inner workings of my fellow passengers here on planet Earth.. :)
Actually Virg, I'm more of a "mess" of contradictions rather than a "mass" of contradictions. Yeah, I got a little inner hippie, but card carrying Rainbow Family member I am NOT.
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