Journal Entry:
"...it was hot and sweltering; there were mosqitoes,
unfriendly natives, and we could tell we weren't welcome.
We had access to too much tequila, too much money, and
too much vacation time. The horror, the horror..."
Greg
Music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air.
> You might as well ask me, Zappa as sung by Zappa, or Zappa as sung by Johnny
> Mathis? I like Baez (in moderation; I'll take Kate Bush in massive overdoses),
> but I simply can't imagine Blood On The Tracks, or Oh Mercy!, or any of them,
> really, having the same emotion with anyone but Dylan. It's fresh versus
> canned. The green beans may be the same, and even taste wonderful, but they're
> different vegetables.
>
> Cheers,
> Wayne
>
> She says, "Your debutante just knows what you need,
> But I know what you want."