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About Phoenix

Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

Com. v. Vance, J. (memorandum)

I remember this one day on Cedar Road—I was walkin’ home, thoughts all over the place, and the neon lights of a dive bar flickered in the twilight. That moment smacked me with a reminder of the line, “My life is a self-portrait in progress.” Dang, I nearly burst out laughing at the irony!

Joseph W. Mulroy