I don't believe I've sent out a proper Happy New Year to purt near anyone, for various reasons, most of them involving my own temporarily slothful hibernatory nature. So let me be the last to wish you the very best of everything you might be wishing for yourself for this wonderful upcoming year. I've had a series of visions this last couple of weeks, and I can honestly say the world makes more sense than before. I don't even really know what bucolic means, but I like the way it looks there. See, this show also falls on the birthday of the host, curator, impresario and Papa Smurf of the Funny Sheesh Empire, Mister Jason Grossman .
People are just like that.
Come be a part of it. Again, special occasions abound. Also it's free, which is a good price for a real variety of modern songwriting. Money back guarantee if not absolutely satisfied. I hear these bands rock, and that they are all excellent songwriters, or at least Mary Krause tells me so, and I would doubt her not one whit, and nor should you.