
Now I know Dave Taylor of old and, let me assure you, I have no intention of telling my phone to phone the shambling drunkard.
Jack Johnston presumably seen as a safe choice musically since everybody likes him. What's not to like? Who wouldn't want to tell their phone to play some old Jack?
Yes, you guessed it. It's me, Musters. I can't abide the unvariegated acoustic garbologist. I'd like to bury him and his guitar up to the neck in sand. Quick sand.
No comments:
Post a Comment