Ugh. There is something very humbling about seeing my words in news print - typos and all. Dammit if the New York Press editors could cut me some slack. But congrats to AX. You guys made it to the east coast. 
Pete Stewart - AX
Speaking of artistic endeavors... I have another milk memo due today, so I better get cracking. If any of you wish to be added to the mailing list, let me know. I'll post an excerpt from this week's memo later today.
Meanwhile, you may view my crotch.
OK. Here's an excerpt from this weeks milk memo:
As the 80s economics forced us into a two income household, and my siblings regarded their baby sister as a real mood killer, I took to music. Many summer days you could find me sprawled out in front of my parents floor model Panasonic stereo, ear pressed against the speakers, and later with large, heavy headphones wrapped around my skull making me look like a sickly mouse. The living room had a sculpted carpet of various shades of green and when my parents were gone at work my brother, sister and I would turn the place into our own dance club, blaring the stereo with everything from Kiss- Dont Try Suicide to Barry Manilow- Jump Shout Boogie.
Disco came and went. But the love of the singer songwriter stayed with me. A few years ago I dated a man who was the first person to put my words to music. As a surprise, he sat me down in his studio and strummed his guitar while he sang my lyrics. I looked at his blonde hair, gold rimmed glasses and woodsy features and softly whispered to myself, Wow. Im dating John Denver.
Pete Stewart - AX
Speaking of artistic endeavors... I have another milk memo due today, so I better get cracking. If any of you wish to be added to the mailing list, let me know. I'll post an excerpt from this week's memo later today.
Meanwhile, you may view my crotch.
OK. Here's an excerpt from this weeks milk memo:
As the 80s economics forced us into a two income household, and my siblings regarded their baby sister as a real mood killer, I took to music. Many summer days you could find me sprawled out in front of my parents floor model Panasonic stereo, ear pressed against the speakers, and later with large, heavy headphones wrapped around my skull making me look like a sickly mouse. The living room had a sculpted carpet of various shades of green and when my parents were gone at work my brother, sister and I would turn the place into our own dance club, blaring the stereo with everything from Kiss- Dont Try Suicide to Barry Manilow- Jump Shout Boogie.
Disco came and went. But the love of the singer songwriter stayed with me. A few years ago I dated a man who was the first person to put my words to music. As a surprise, he sat me down in his studio and strummed his guitar while he sang my lyrics. I looked at his blonde hair, gold rimmed glasses and woodsy features and softly whispered to myself, Wow. Im dating John Denver.
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and nice belt.
Never heard of them. I gotta try to find some of their music, but where? Not here for sure...