by luddite lady on 30 Jan 2010 04:05
Happy belated birthday, Conroy.
I was thinking of you today as I listened to the Elvis Costello at the El Macombo Live CD. There's a guy in the audience who whoops it up through the whole concert. But he makes this kind of annoying eeee-whooooo noise---nothing close to your elegant stylings.
May Mother Nature (which in my bleary-eyed state, I first read as Mother Nutter---seriously) shine on you, the master of the whoooo, this weekend.
In Dallas, the only game that really mattered was in the word gamelan.