SINSULL,

Bring a cotton-pickin' bale-full of verses worthy of our glances to overcome our glaring weaknesses. Let any strange looks just glance off of you and proceed with your agenda. WincingDevil doesn't care if we sing all night. Anyplace he falls is home. Sing the collected adventures of Robin and The Boys In The Hood if you want to, but do as much of it as you can by memory. This lot of story-hounds doesn't mind an overstuffed ballad box as long as you can leave an indellible sustain on their interest.

Keep in mind, though, as the late Dick Rodgers would tell you, they'll burn scrolls in mid-performance (especially if you hit a dead C or are murder on the high ones), but as we all know too well, memories, much like an alchohol lamp, can only burn out, however temporarily, from within. Bless all our wicked souls!


We'd love to see you.....

In fact we DARE you to come down!