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December 1, 2020
In the Moose Club with Paul Crawdad and the Leather Babies you know what's what. It gets you down. What's crawling down the mind shaft to the ends of a climactic song cycle without lubrication or the vestments of a priest who lost his tabula rasa in a backroom poker game with transsexual gangsters of another era, it's likely you'll never hear this kind of music again. By chance, you'll mistakenly end up one day in the raw club where all of this started, and you won't know how to behave or who to preserve or what drink to invent.