Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Tom Chapin interlude

I grew up on Tom Chapin (Billy the Squid, anyone? Ghost of Bleak House? Yes, we watched alot of public television too.)

So, in honor of grades coming out and the last vestiges of anything I might have learned in 1L drifting off in a martini-clouded haze: a musical interlude, by Tom. Don't worry, its not on the test...come to think of it, I don't remember what was.

I make that face when people take my drums away, too.


Wow. I'm Tom Chapin nostalgic. Who knew Mail Myself to You meant so much to me?

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How public—like a Frog—
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