Work in progress. A mess in the studio involving lots of gooey stuff. The kind of project that requires drying time before the next step. With any luck, it should be ready to make its debut here by early next week. So back I go, to work a bit more mojo on this thing.
Speaking of mojo, I can only hope that when I cross thru the veil, Mister Morrison, along with Hendrix, Joplin, and Lennon, will be there to party with. I plan on sleeping post mortem with all of them. Will I be a lucky little lady in the city of lights? Or just another lost angel.... city of night?
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mmm young jim morrison
who apparently came from the Va area where I was hanging out (grew up)
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