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Remember those old-fashioned Christmas family gatherings, Grandma would break out the Bourbon, and then Grandpa would go out in the backyard and start lighting things on fire?
This was me back in the 90’s, in my Mister Rogers sweater, trying to explode Jeff Covert’s head with a 7b5#9 jazz chord. As I recall, it didn’t work.
This was when Stuart and I performed for a private party. It was a very sunny day, and several small children at the party were frightened by the glare.
This was me, way back in the Seventies. Back when I was a big man. With hair.
Notice that ‘deer in the headlight’ look? Remember, we were all doing that back then.
Many years later, I was an international representitive for the plastic ukulele industry. This was taken just before the bottom fell out of the plastic uke market.
But the plastic uke was able to spread a little joy-
