A stage near the ocean. A happy dancing crowd. So far so good! But, alas, also a totally borked up Metaverse that refused to let people log on and wouldn’t let us rez a guitar. Good thing we’d set up Madame’s organ backstage already! We doubt if we could get her to a nice little dance act on stage to give the people something to look at. Haha!

Oh, and to make life even more interesting and challenging: the studio computer also decided to crash on us in the middle of the show. So much for TLC!

To cut a long story short: what a night it was! Especially since we managed to get the music across to the masses and the subsequent magick afoot, in spite of all the sabotage by them wretched Grid Gremlins!

Two more jams at other places coming up coming weekend and next week, so plenty of time to hit the stage at the Green House again!

And behind the fold: some appropriate lyrics that someone else wrote.

(yeah, sing a song bro…)
If the sun refused to shine
I dont mind, I dont mind
(yeah)
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it aint me.
(well, all right)

Got my own world to live through and uh, ha !
And I aint gonna copy you.

Yeah (sing the song brother…)
Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nine
Oh I dont mind, I dont mind uh ( well all right… )
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
Oh I dont care, oh I dont care.
Dig.

cause Ive got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I aint gonna copy you.

White collar conservative flashin down the street
Pointin their plastic finger at me, ha !
Theyre hopin soon my kind will drop and die but uh
Im gonna wave my freak flag high, high !
Oww !

Wave on, wave on…

Ah, ha, ha
Fall mountains, just dont fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you cant dress like me
Yeah !

Dont nobody know what Im talkin about
Ive got my own life to live
Im the one thats gonna die when its time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer

[Jimi Hendrix – If Six Was Nine]

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