Well played, mon frere, but the simple truth that ...

2006-04-13T11:21:00.000-04:00

Well played, mon frere, but the simple truth that you defiantly refuse to accept is that there are more than passing similarities between your "Game Theory" and 80s difference-makers "The Outfield" (Or, as I know YOU know, "The Brocktoon Experience", as they were known in their native Belgium).

"Prove it!", you say?

Done.

http://www.theoutfield.com/heavn.wav

Game, set, match, Pancho. There's more than a passing similarity--there's downright connective tissue.

And if you try to act all hard, like your toes were not literally tapping whatever flat, stable surface is nearest by, then you and I both know that you're lying.

Chris, have you forgotten it all? That night over at Squeakers when "BE" cranked out that killer set of all-Foreigner tunes (which was both ironically, melodically AND magically delicious)...and Eddie came a stammerin' out of the stall (no suprise, I'll grant you), pants at half staff, with a copy of a month-old "Variety" in one hand and a bottle of JB in the other.

It saddens me to think that the prophetic words he mumbled, lo those years ago:

"Where did I park.....[incoherent mutterings about 'The Jeffersons', followed, it is believed, with some reference to astroturf]....I think I'm gonna be sick..."

And it makes ME sick to think that these formative times...the true salad days...have been shut out from your daily rolodex of experience, roomie.

Let the sun shine in, Bluebird. Let it shine, indeed.

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