Last night may have been the weirdest gig we've ever played and it oddly came only two days after the previous "weirdest gig" we've ever played, which was for the Great Lakes Commission. Last night was at the Max Fisher Music Center, where Orchestra Hall is located, and we played just across the lobby from where the DSO was warming up for their
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by the way, Frank says hi...
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
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Wasn't it a good year?
Wasn't filled with talking.
It still moves through my heart
From time to time.
City after city,
Granite gray as morning.
Heroes died in subways left behind,
far behind, like our love.
You're on your own again
And you're your best again,
That's what you tell yourself.
I see it all the way as far as anyone can see
Except when it began, I was so happy I didn't feel like me.
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-Diana
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