In the mid-70's I was backpacking through Europe and agreed to meet my grandfather in London (he was returning from Israel). Normally, I stayed in cheapo-cheapo lodging in Europe; but that wouldn't fly with Papa in tow (plus a good bathtub would give me a place to wash out the socks) so we went to some big money American hotel....and I think at the Hilton there was this English guy busking on the street. He was really fine and I forced Papa to listen to a few songs. The hotel had no rooms due to a CBS record convention and it turned out the busker was Elvis Costello. A good free show on the streets of London plus clean socks by the next morning.
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R.I.P. Gary...you will be sorely missed
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Hunter S. Thompson
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