thrills Death of a Rose and chills, stills, hills, kills, wills, pills, villes, quills, mills, Jills, tills, frills, sills. 031231 ... mon me to be here wish_i_was_here wish i could fly 031231 ... stork daddy saw them at the fillmore. it was neat i guess. had some sweet harmonica. i danced like this old lady was dancing. i think if i ever had a band, i'd start this harmonica solo, and the rest of the band would leave and i'd be like guys? guys? and i'd start into this spotlit smoky harmonica solo of sadness. then they'd appear behind me in the darkness and say, we never left, we were always right here! and then we'd rock. or i'd have a tambourine and i'd say...no more tambourine, but my hand would keep shaking and i'd say, get yourself under control, and....santa cruz really isn't that far. 040501 what's it to you? who go blather from