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  • So often, when I forget the years, I remember the day. It comes on like a Kennedy should, though I have gotten myself together, since then.
    The trips to The Garden have a special place, but it was the Uris that still trips me back into time.. (shhhh, there were drugs involved and I don't even think they KNOW how to make that stuff anymore) ( i would have an open ear , today, though)
    74'.. sighhhhhhhhh
    Friends of mine who really knew, said Forget the headliner, its this new band.....GET N THE CAR! NOW.

    Who was I?
    got in , headed down 46 to the lincoln and dropped to fly

    If I close my eyes ( which they are, right now, so I'll do my lousy spellcheck ,, maybe) but It was Queen, who took me with a punch of Vice when the surf hit.
    God had a new face and a new voice and it fit right into my happy head call to fantasy..

    Now, don't get me wrong or anything.. The flyodd,, Yes, ELP, Allman, Stones, CSN are blood in my heart, but Queen made me hard.
    and it was the window i'd taken on the way into town..and again on the wayyyy out. made me prime for arrest on the Avalon shore. They took my buddies in. I ran for the breaking waves to start that day, while I was screaming to Mike and nick and bobby to fight and run away..
    never heard from them, but the cops never called
    May 74.. What A Show!!!!!!

    thanks, for the write up.
    nice to know the luxury of memory can still make the hair on my arms rise, like I was seeing it clearly, like yesterday.........

    hop
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