My Dear Friends
I must apologize to all and sundry for a frightful lapse in communication resulting from the dramatic explosion of my hard drive a while ago. Emails and addresses were lost en masse. Among those who I bow and scrape before are:
Simon, who is days away from getting me a monster record deal. And always says things that assuage my Regret. Resend that last one, compadre!
XTCFan, who cheerleads me to a largely indifferent Andy Partridge. Can yez send me your meatmail again so I can send the latest and we can Underwhelm Th' Partridge once more?
Viscount LaCarte- we always get some thread going and then my shit blows up and I lose it. Like a cock.
Kevin Wolf- who sent me th' dopest Barrence Whitfield Live and it went tits up before I could so much as burn it. Send again and I will send you coupons for free Thai Sex Workers. They're sold by the foot. 3 feet=one, 6 feet=two, etc.
Ben Sadock- who cut a really cool version of my song "Monday Wedding" and sent me his whole bitchin' voice-and-Hohner-Pianet album and...boom. Send again! I want to post your version and review your bitchin' album.
Onward! Now, as soon as I remaster every song I recorded last year I'll be back up 'n' running.
posted by Bobby Lightfoot at 17:42
4 Comments:
I sent you something? How drunk was I?
Too many glasses of that Russian mjskydk.
I'll send my address, but only if you send me 1.66666etc Thai sex workers (female).
I thang yew.
Heheheh. Cock and "pearl".
Tough break, losing a hard drive. A new species of heartbreak for our technological age. I'll upload the album pronto.
In fact, you've inspired me to do some sorely needed file-backing up. After all, you never know when your trusty digital companion might up and go "vbbmb."
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