tbone Christopher Coleman. good but no-one applauded. I was where he couldn't See Me but he sensed mecwatching and smiling looked at me and returned my grin. music was sweet and folksy questionable moustache presumably for movember. chris must have recognised me as a patron of the arts as he introduced himself to me after his first set. I had been keeping myself for a day good night at the homestead but I just popped next door to see what was happening. Here I saw a young man pouring out his heart to a room that wasn't listening. This was an unexpected bonus for the evening you never know where you might find that connection to another person through the arts. second set switched to electric guitar and standing
any song from the great Australian songbook
turned the audience with a Brittany Spears song. hit me baby one more time. fun is just as important as good. I get by with a little help from my friends. Friday on my mind. heavy heart you am i when I first met your ma interesting version of Four Seasons in one Day caravan window
Chupacabra don't for asylum seekers let them stay. star wars song padre
first without bicket Reuben reeves it's not every day you get stabbed in the eye by a blue Mohawk don't stand behind
ska with accordion baritone sad. rap not as good
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