it's like coming in from a cold windy day an sitting in front of the fireplace with foggy glasses, and it's like running through the park on the first day of summer laughing and pretending to be a caveman. it's really like yellow flannel pajamas just warm out of the dryer. it's patchquilts and suede pants, and sleeping with a baby puppy the first night you get it. it's like opening a brand new pink floyd album, wearing new coat on the first day of winter to the school. it's like seeing a best friend for the first time in three months and not saying a word for at least five minutes, just grinning. it's like finishing your third beer at the beach and noticing your nose is sunburned. it's like going to a party with a bald head wearing red tennis shoes and an itchy foot moose tee shirt and asking the ugliest, plimply girl to dance and she's a really good dancer. it's like giving a bum a brand new pack of cigarettes when he asks for just one. it's like throwing a touchdown pass in a football game and listening to the people cheer. it's like doing your last length before putting on your medallion while your butt still hurts. it's listening to simon and garfunkel and crying from happyiness. it's patchquilts.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
patchquilts
it's like coming in from a cold windy day an sitting in front of the fireplace with foggy glasses, and it's like running through the park on the first day of summer laughing and pretending to be a caveman. it's really like yellow flannel pajamas just warm out of the dryer. it's patchquilts and suede pants, and sleeping with a baby puppy the first night you get it. it's like opening a brand new pink floyd album, wearing new coat on the first day of winter to the school. it's like seeing a best friend for the first time in three months and not saying a word for at least five minutes, just grinning. it's like finishing your third beer at the beach and noticing your nose is sunburned. it's like going to a party with a bald head wearing red tennis shoes and an itchy foot moose tee shirt and asking the ugliest, plimply girl to dance and she's a really good dancer. it's like giving a bum a brand new pack of cigarettes when he asks for just one. it's like throwing a touchdown pass in a football game and listening to the people cheer. it's like doing your last length before putting on your medallion while your butt still hurts. it's listening to simon and garfunkel and crying from happyiness. it's patchquilts.
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Perhaps you could help me solve a little mystery. I have this rare bootleg performance by Chicago at the Itchy Foot Moose. I'm curious about where the heck the Itchy Foot Moose was/is or even if the bootleg is correctly labeled. It's particularly interesting as this bootleg is from 1968, before Chicago was signed by Columbia Records, before they recorded and released their debut album. I did a search for Itchy Foot Moose and your blog happened to come up. If you click on my screen name and go to my profile you should be able to email me from there. I'd rather not post my email address due to bots/scammers/etc. who troll the net for email addresses to spam about long lost relatives dying in Africa leaving behind large sums of money and what not.
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