First of all, who's this Webster feller??? Ain't that stuck up brat from Mrs. Mirchell's 6th grade class , Donnie Webster, is it??? Man, he thought he knowed evrythin' in the gol danged universe... Well, he din't know nuthin' that counted, like who to throw the ball to if he was lucky enuff fir it to fall into his mit... Little wiezel and after all these years that boy must still sneakin' 'round tellin' bad stuff on me as I keep hearin' his name crop up... Tell ya' what, if that Donnie Webster mess wid me again it's gonna be battle of the bands wid him next...

BTW, Martin, sho would be interestin' fir you to talk about yer music, that is if you actaully play anything but the radio... Like I'd be curious just to read yer set list from yer last gig???

And thankee, Ebbie... Martin knows not of what he speaks for he critcizes someone's music without ever actaullu hearin' it??? Go figure... Like a blind man doin' a review of a pen and exhibit...

bobert