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no cellos huh ... hmmmmm ... well perhaps there shall be cellos & cello owners in your milwaukee forcast
unhinged omygoodness i fucking love your 'bummy looking guy sitting on a stoop' story what a perfect avant garde/experimental short black and white film that would formulate ... everything within me is just agonizing to swipe one of my super 8's & hunt the 'bummy looking guy sitting on a stoop' down ... although maybe today he would be the 'bummy looking guy sitting on a bench' although i like the chime of stoop better
Ahhh yes Comet Cafe the illustrious bastard son of Riverwest's Fuel Cafe, which very well may be the most nonsensically teeming coffeehouse in the city- deff hands down on the Eastside: seats often can be in short supply and lines stretched every weekend and most weekday afternoons
strategic location
aura of buoyancy
art on the walls
employee played music
tobacco/cloves
the coffee is good
and the food excellent- far far better than its formative days of just atmosphere, coffee, and pop tarts
lets not forget you can do ya stinkin' laundry next door & catch an eyeful at comet :)
yes indeedly dee, i have been to the comet on farwell, including the time i was with you- i have been than more than several times. brady street is the primo street to have yer peepers [peep] ya out some action ... the things you listen to, witness, & smell will flabbergast you in ways you never thought could be excitable within ya. one of my fav spots in town to people watch. life never truly is the same after brady street- it sort of is its own town within a town- if only more of the world was as colorful as this... but than again perhaps i would not be so doting on brady street if more of the world was as Brady street is
[ps i still think you were better suited to perform the shostakovich piece, you were exuding with shostakovichness- you really were]
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