Casey Dienel Lyrics


So here we come to summary once again…Scott encouraged me
to make a summary & I wouldn’t want to leave you dear
friends in the lurch, forced to stomach another sad
retelling of what you’ve already heard (the sand mites, the
cockleshells, the proscenium & opera, the piano bench
overflowing with paper scraps). All of it is true & all of
it is hyperbole. We’re grown ups here, let’s do our own
sorting!

Boston to Brooklyn, with some stops in between. A lot of
late-night drives through the woods & ice to where the late
black feline Hank More...





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