5.14.2004
Dear Lord,
Give me strength so that someday I will write a song that is half as great as one of Paula Carino's. Please help me use my imagination to make melody, rhythm, and wit converge in an ecstatic rock bacchanale. Please help me learn how to play those fancy chords with lots of energy and look pretty while singing. And also, may my lip balm come out good like hers. Thank you Lord, amen.
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Aw, Erica, that is the single nicest paragraph I've ever read. Really, I'm so touched. And of course, I and the rest of the world dream of having a voice as flawless and crystalline as yours, and the smarts to actually get played on the radio and get booked at festivals and things.
The lip balm part is easy, b.t.w.
I'm going to have a batch of Sar-o-Mint ready to go soon, but I'll make it a small, seasonal offering so as not to compete with your winter lip salve.
My main mission is to address the issue of D.B.S. -- Dry Butt Syndrome. Behold the body butter.
Between us, we can vanquish all manner of chappedness.
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