Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
10 Harmonica Greats who make Bob Dylan look like a clown (part 2 of 10)
It must have been more than a year ago when I set out to write about ten of my very favorite harmonica players in an effort to show the misinformed that Bob Dylan has the harmonica aptitude of an asthmatic 8 year old with ADHD. In short, he doesn't actually play, he makes the noises which would be emitted if you jammed a harmonica into the mouth of a heavy smoker having sex. His playing has the musical quality of a cat getting stabbed. At best his playing is OK. If you think different, you would be wrong. Dead wrong. Anyway, without further ado I better get started with Mickey Raphael or this will turn into the ravings of a future homeless man...
[Full Disclosure: Mickey says here that he is a huge fan of Dylan's harmonica playing, so I guess you could say that makes me look like an idiot, but... it's actually him that is wrong in this case...and Willie has great weed, so maybe he was high.]
Mickey Raphael. The first time I heard him play was on Willie Nelson's classic 1975 album, Redheaded Stranger. I bought it at age 19 because I had decided to learn country harmonica.Since I didn't know what I was doing I picked up a book by John Gondick about beginning country and blues harmonica. It had various lessons which I started working on. At the back of the book though was a treasure trove in the pre-internet (and for me pre-knowing how to play guitar) days. Gondick had taken a bunch of classic albums and listed the tracks along with the keys of the songs so you could play along! The Red Headed Stranger was among them. The album floored me. Both as a song cycle and with the sparse musical production combined with the feeling and virtuosity with which the instruments were played.
One thing I can tell you about Mickeys playing is that he has impeccable tone. He can make a harp rise and swell like a violin. Not only that but he can chop his chords and make it sound like a damn mandolin. The guy is amazing. What would have really blown my mind had I known (and possibly inspired me to quit playing) was that he had been jamming with Willie since the age of 22! They cut The Stranger he was only 24! Well at 19 I was locking myself in various rooms and playing those songs too, and it was killing me! Mickey could make a harmonica sound just like an accordion, and I could not figure it out! I worked on my chords until I could get them as smooth as I could manage, but still the sound eluded me! It wasn't until years later that I figured out that he was playing a tremolo harmonica to get that sound...well enough about my struggles!
Mickey started playing harmonica in Dallas during his teenage years. He had tried with guitar but could never quiet seem to get his fingers working the way he needed them to. So he made the fateful switch. In the early days (high school?) he played in the Dallas folk scene wherever there was a jam. Eventually he joined BW Stevenson's band, though when old BW got into the cocaine too hard Mickey Jumped ship. Luckily, the University of Texas' football coach Darrel Royal had somehow become a huge fan of his. One night in 1973 he invited Mickey to a hotel party and told him to bring his harps. Willie and Charlie Pride were both there. After they had jammed all night Willie invited Mickey to play with him sometime, which he did.
At the time, Willie Nelson was playing in Austin Texas in a duo that consisted of himself and Paul English his longtime drummer. Now what you should know is that not only was Paul English a former Dallas thug, but he was playing all the shows wearing a cape and sporting a sinister goatee. Legendary songwriter Jerry Jeff Walker stated in his autobiography that Paul English "looked like the devil." Another interesting element of the story was that Willie and Paul were both over forty. They had already seen it all. Mickey was just a young kid with an afro trying to play all the harmonica all the time!
Well they played a few shows, then a few more. Then they went to New York and played. Then they kept playing. One day Willie looked at Paul and asked:
"How much are we paying this kid?"
"Nothing."
"Double it."
I could write more, but I think you should probably listen to the man himself:
Postscript: I could not check the sound quality of the video because I was listening to a concert while writing this. If you trust me, go look for yourself. Mickey has played with Willie for 40 years, and he is featured on all the albums. Peace!
[Full Disclosure: Mickey says here that he is a huge fan of Dylan's harmonica playing, so I guess you could say that makes me look like an idiot, but... it's actually him that is wrong in this case...and Willie has great weed, so maybe he was high.]
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| He actually looks like my dad at the same age. Of course my dad probably did not have that bitchin' shirt! |
Mickey Raphael. The first time I heard him play was on Willie Nelson's classic 1975 album, Redheaded Stranger. I bought it at age 19 because I had decided to learn country harmonica.Since I didn't know what I was doing I picked up a book by John Gondick about beginning country and blues harmonica. It had various lessons which I started working on. At the back of the book though was a treasure trove in the pre-internet (and for me pre-knowing how to play guitar) days. Gondick had taken a bunch of classic albums and listed the tracks along with the keys of the songs so you could play along! The Red Headed Stranger was among them. The album floored me. Both as a song cycle and with the sparse musical production combined with the feeling and virtuosity with which the instruments were played.
One thing I can tell you about Mickeys playing is that he has impeccable tone. He can make a harp rise and swell like a violin. Not only that but he can chop his chords and make it sound like a damn mandolin. The guy is amazing. What would have really blown my mind had I known (and possibly inspired me to quit playing) was that he had been jamming with Willie since the age of 22! They cut The Stranger he was only 24! Well at 19 I was locking myself in various rooms and playing those songs too, and it was killing me! Mickey could make a harmonica sound just like an accordion, and I could not figure it out! I worked on my chords until I could get them as smooth as I could manage, but still the sound eluded me! It wasn't until years later that I figured out that he was playing a tremolo harmonica to get that sound...well enough about my struggles!
Mickey started playing harmonica in Dallas during his teenage years. He had tried with guitar but could never quiet seem to get his fingers working the way he needed them to. So he made the fateful switch. In the early days (high school?) he played in the Dallas folk scene wherever there was a jam. Eventually he joined BW Stevenson's band, though when old BW got into the cocaine too hard Mickey Jumped ship. Luckily, the University of Texas' football coach Darrel Royal had somehow become a huge fan of his. One night in 1973 he invited Mickey to a hotel party and told him to bring his harps. Willie and Charlie Pride were both there. After they had jammed all night Willie invited Mickey to play with him sometime, which he did.
At the time, Willie Nelson was playing in Austin Texas in a duo that consisted of himself and Paul English his longtime drummer. Now what you should know is that not only was Paul English a former Dallas thug, but he was playing all the shows wearing a cape and sporting a sinister goatee. Legendary songwriter Jerry Jeff Walker stated in his autobiography that Paul English "looked like the devil." Another interesting element of the story was that Willie and Paul were both over forty. They had already seen it all. Mickey was just a young kid with an afro trying to play all the harmonica all the time!
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| Willie's fans have some good weed too it seems... |
Well they played a few shows, then a few more. Then they went to New York and played. Then they kept playing. One day Willie looked at Paul and asked:
"How much are we paying this kid?"
"Nothing."
"Double it."
I could write more, but I think you should probably listen to the man himself:
Postscript: I could not check the sound quality of the video because I was listening to a concert while writing this. If you trust me, go look for yourself. Mickey has played with Willie for 40 years, and he is featured on all the albums. Peace!
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
A Hoboe Finds Home...
I had never in my life considered visiting Pennsylvania, let alone moving here. The way my life has been in the past few years it sort of felt like I would just turn into a tumbleweed and blow off into the dust. Since May 2010 I have been riding the river of life wherever it took me, from the Washington coast, down to Baton Rouge, up and down the west coast to California, a few layovers in Portland, a year in South 'stralia, picking apples for a couple days in Yakima, New York City for a long week, and then suddenly I found it. Or maybe I just got sucked in. Instead of taking the train across the country back to Seattle (which I did NOT want to do), I rolled the dice again. A lady friend in Chattanooga said I could stay with her as long as I wanted (brave since we have never actually met outside the confines of the internet), and another lady friend invited me to visit her in Harrisburg PA. The clincher was when she told me she had work the very next day painting. At the time I had around $39 so it was a no-brainer. I changed my reservation and boarded the train at Penn Station. Bound for the land of Will. I. Am. Penn.
On the train I had no idea what to expect. It didn't matter because I was moving. The clickety clack of the railroad train was calling. The land was all ripped apart with factories and canals through New Jersey, but it was something to be seen. When we got to Philly the houses changed into brick townhouses, the graffiti came back onto the periphery and again the old factory buildings I love loomed like the ghosts of great railroad and steel magnates shaking their fists at the sky and the ravages of time. But the road wound on.
I had been helping an older gentleman figure out how to use his computer and log in to his email, and throughout the trip he narrated to me the history of the area, from his perspective. The one piece of his perspective that stuck out was how the Germans and Mennonites refuse to learn. According to him (he was a professor and small town journalist) they simply would not read anything or study anything except The Farmers Almanac and the bible. Funny that I forgot that until right now.
We pulled in to the old brick train station and I got off the train and went to inspect my surroundings. It was cloudy and cold, but I could see some architecture I liked. The dome of the capitol (or some damn dome) was rising above us into the chalky gray sky. Since I was waiting for a friend to pick me up, I considered running around the corner to buy a six pack of beer to kill the time. Lucky for me I didn't, the state of Pennsylvania has to be the most difficult place in the union to buy beer. Let me tell you a little about the arcane liquor laws...
HOW TO BUY BEER IN PA! THE BUZZSAW EDITION!!!!
The first time I visited a grocery store I took a stroll around to "check the prices" of the beer. It was nowhere to be found. Was the store owned by the Amish? The were using electric light and such, so that was unlikely, unless the whole power grid was attached to a giant treadmill in the basement, but that seemed a bit of a stretch. Finally I asked my friend who told me non-plussed that you had to go to a beer store. Now this was beginning to sound disturbingly similar to Amarillo TX, a place I had the misfortune to visit in November 2010. Things were getting desperate.
The next day I worked helping a friend of a friend move, afterwards I got the chance to pick the brain of a fellow beer drinking, whom I will refer to as Beer Drinkin' Bobby Bryant. What I learned was somewhat strange. he told me that you had two options for beer buyin' in PA. Option one was the beer store, which obviously had beer. option two was at bars. Of course I have encountered bars that sell beer to go before in Ellensburg WA and in 'stralia. What I hadn't encountered was the crazy ass law which limits your purchases to two six packs. Of course Beer Drinkin' Bobby Bryant said that as long as you left and came back in and made a "different" purchase, there was no limit. In Pennsylvania you can buy as much beer to go as you want as long as you go in and out of the bar a bunch of times. It sounded like something which predated prohibition. Well, I was OK. I was alright. I was working and stuff. But a couple weeks later I was really jonesing for beer. It was time to go to the beer store...
I think it was a Saturday. It didn't matter. I was getting beer. Probably a 12 pack and maybe a couple of nice IPA's in 24 ounce bottles. Yes. That was exactly what I was after. This was going to be awesome. So into to the beer store I went. Of course I must inform you that the beer store was also a butcher shop, though the beeves and stuff were in another part of the building. OK. Hold it together. It's about to be beer time...sort of.
Walking through the door I found myself being funneled through a sort of maze made out of different kinds of beer. Stacks and stacks! Cases and cases! It was amazing really. They had so many kinds of beer it was silly. It was also quite nice and a bit out of my price range. I realized that they were all in cases, and cases of IPA is in the $30-40 range, so I moved on through the beer fort (it was like a cross between a maze and a fort, so maybe I will call it a "mort"). Finally I found something up my alley, cans of Yuengling lager, the local brew. I figured I could get a 12 pack and then find my IPA's...I figured dead damn wrong! It took me about 20 minutes of wandering through the mort to realize that they ONLY SOLD IN INCREMENTS OF 24!!! That means, no IPA bottles unless I am going to pony up for the whole deal. It was surreal to finally understand that in PA the only way to get less than 24 beers was in a bar, but you can not buy 18 beers anywhere, unless you go to a bar, leave and come back! As much as I strove to find reason within this madness I couldn't get past the idea that it was actually just a really dumb law.
That said, my liver has been doing well since I moved here. The town is beautiful, the people are kind of crazy (which works for me), and the Susquehanna river flows on past. Maybe I didn't provide you with any actual reasons I am staying here, but hell, I never signed a contract, you get what you get!
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| I can see Will.I.Am Penn running down this street with a no nonsense suit made of glow sticks |
On the train I had no idea what to expect. It didn't matter because I was moving. The clickety clack of the railroad train was calling. The land was all ripped apart with factories and canals through New Jersey, but it was something to be seen. When we got to Philly the houses changed into brick townhouses, the graffiti came back onto the periphery and again the old factory buildings I love loomed like the ghosts of great railroad and steel magnates shaking their fists at the sky and the ravages of time. But the road wound on.
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| On the road we always pack it in and pack it out. |
I had been helping an older gentleman figure out how to use his computer and log in to his email, and throughout the trip he narrated to me the history of the area, from his perspective. The one piece of his perspective that stuck out was how the Germans and Mennonites refuse to learn. According to him (he was a professor and small town journalist) they simply would not read anything or study anything except The Farmers Almanac and the bible. Funny that I forgot that until right now.
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| If the Germans encounter any books they throw them off this ledge. Devils Pulpit, Lehigh Gap. |
We pulled in to the old brick train station and I got off the train and went to inspect my surroundings. It was cloudy and cold, but I could see some architecture I liked. The dome of the capitol (or some damn dome) was rising above us into the chalky gray sky. Since I was waiting for a friend to pick me up, I considered running around the corner to buy a six pack of beer to kill the time. Lucky for me I didn't, the state of Pennsylvania has to be the most difficult place in the union to buy beer. Let me tell you a little about the arcane liquor laws...
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| No reason for this picture, but if it makes you want to drink beer, you are in for a few surprises... |
The first time I visited a grocery store I took a stroll around to "check the prices" of the beer. It was nowhere to be found. Was the store owned by the Amish? The were using electric light and such, so that was unlikely, unless the whole power grid was attached to a giant treadmill in the basement, but that seemed a bit of a stretch. Finally I asked my friend who told me non-plussed that you had to go to a beer store. Now this was beginning to sound disturbingly similar to Amarillo TX, a place I had the misfortune to visit in November 2010. Things were getting desperate.
The next day I worked helping a friend of a friend move, afterwards I got the chance to pick the brain of a fellow beer drinking, whom I will refer to as Beer Drinkin' Bobby Bryant. What I learned was somewhat strange. he told me that you had two options for beer buyin' in PA. Option one was the beer store, which obviously had beer. option two was at bars. Of course I have encountered bars that sell beer to go before in Ellensburg WA and in 'stralia. What I hadn't encountered was the crazy ass law which limits your purchases to two six packs. Of course Beer Drinkin' Bobby Bryant said that as long as you left and came back in and made a "different" purchase, there was no limit. In Pennsylvania you can buy as much beer to go as you want as long as you go in and out of the bar a bunch of times. It sounded like something which predated prohibition. Well, I was OK. I was alright. I was working and stuff. But a couple weeks later I was really jonesing for beer. It was time to go to the beer store...
I think it was a Saturday. It didn't matter. I was getting beer. Probably a 12 pack and maybe a couple of nice IPA's in 24 ounce bottles. Yes. That was exactly what I was after. This was going to be awesome. So into to the beer store I went. Of course I must inform you that the beer store was also a butcher shop, though the beeves and stuff were in another part of the building. OK. Hold it together. It's about to be beer time...sort of.
Walking through the door I found myself being funneled through a sort of maze made out of different kinds of beer. Stacks and stacks! Cases and cases! It was amazing really. They had so many kinds of beer it was silly. It was also quite nice and a bit out of my price range. I realized that they were all in cases, and cases of IPA is in the $30-40 range, so I moved on through the beer fort (it was like a cross between a maze and a fort, so maybe I will call it a "mort"). Finally I found something up my alley, cans of Yuengling lager, the local brew. I figured I could get a 12 pack and then find my IPA's...I figured dead damn wrong! It took me about 20 minutes of wandering through the mort to realize that they ONLY SOLD IN INCREMENTS OF 24!!! That means, no IPA bottles unless I am going to pony up for the whole deal. It was surreal to finally understand that in PA the only way to get less than 24 beers was in a bar, but you can not buy 18 beers anywhere, unless you go to a bar, leave and come back! As much as I strove to find reason within this madness I couldn't get past the idea that it was actually just a really dumb law.
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| This is what everyone does here when they finally actually get beer (I was actually dead sober). |
That said, my liver has been doing well since I moved here. The town is beautiful, the people are kind of crazy (which works for me), and the Susquehanna river flows on past. Maybe I didn't provide you with any actual reasons I am staying here, but hell, I never signed a contract, you get what you get!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Strange Request Number One
For those who are interested (I'm looking at both of you) it shall be known henceforth that I have made the decision to stay and live in Harrisburg PA. It has been nearly 3 1/2 weeks since I arrived here and ten days since I made up my mind. The following post has nothing to do with this. At the start of the year I had almost completely finished my album and was in New York starting to write my book (My Name is NOT Edward), then things changed, I arrived in Harrisburg, got work, got sick, and found myself not writing but watching movies and resting. Once I realized that yes, I actually do need to get back to writing, I found myself in the unenviable position of kick starting my creative process after some days of relaxing. In order to do so I embarked on a bit of a journey.
During my countless hours of combing the Craigslist Strictly Platonic section I have come to notice some patterns. The newest one was that any post which contains the phrase "strange request" is going to be crazy as hell. I have found a few before which I used, but I hadn't searched for that particular phrase. So the other night I did that. All over the US. Of course it doesn't always come up, so I augmented my "research" with the keyword "Asian" which provided copious low hanging fruit as well. The following item was posted in its entirety on Minneapolis Craigslist and due to its relative insanity and length, I decided to feature it alone. Since it is so long management has urged me to insert pictures and captions throughout to break it up. That will be my contribution to this gem. If you are truly unfortunate I may add a bit of breakdown at the end where we look at some takeaways. So without further ado:
Im not and WILL NOT EVER BE A SICKO like other MALES on Craigs list who show there Johnsons.
That is a private thing between you and your girl Not for everyone to see!
I am a white Norwegian guy who works 2 jobs. I lived in Norway for 12 years and visited Europe a few times. I was born on in Minnesota though.
I have my own Car and was close to buying a new house this summer but with 1 restriction I can fix and get a place this summer.
A bit about my past history on Dating. I only been with 4 ladies on dates. My 2nd lady I was with I proposed to her 6 years ago, But sadly she got into a car accident and passed away. ;(
During that time I was
going to school and Graduated with 3 degrees.
When my girlfriend passed away, My family at the time happen to also have health issues and so did I. 6 days after my girlfriend passed away I had a Stress heart attack. (it does take 1-2 years for a person to re coop). I moved back with my mother at this time. When I was close to moving out. My mother had a PE. and I stayed to help her. I find Family is 1st. Its all you have.
From learning from my past I like a person who caring and honest as I am. I don't cheat, play or do any those type of games!.
I have morals and ethics like 95% of Guys don't have. They want 1 thing from you "the " bed, But I look at it. Ok that's great you scored and.... that leads what bragging?
Now it shows you your immature. Any who I want a person I be friends with and I could care with. It doesn't have to lead to the Bed. I be happy to be happy again with someone I could care about.
Honest and morals and ethics imo are the best I got. I would say Im not the greatest looks. But I have a personality and caring.
I enjoy Sports (I use to be a kicker/punter for the Badgers) I am a Football fan, Viking fan. Baseball, Hockey. I enjoy golfing bowling skying. I don't really go to bars, I never really a fan. I love plays, concerts, Operas, Art, Photos, Karaoke, Walks.
I am not the greatest communicator or best to understand on what you want at times. I can tell you why if you ask :) But trust me I do care!
What type of Ladies I like. I prefer Western Europe background. AKA Whites preferred type. Blond, Burnett's,
I am Not really into Read heads but you can still post I would consider ^_^.
If you are an Asian I might go for that if you are cute ^_-
I like watching and doing a lot of lady type of
things. I enjoy just being with a lady that I could care about, as
deeply as my last girlfriend who passed away. Will you be the
lady?
I dont want you to send a photo. I want you to Answer my question and tell me more of yourself ! (((((( Post in subject. " Color of your hair"))))))
So there you have it. The most insane strictly platonic ad thus far in 2013. And no, I have nothing else to say. Buzz.
During my countless hours of combing the Craigslist Strictly Platonic section I have come to notice some patterns. The newest one was that any post which contains the phrase "strange request" is going to be crazy as hell. I have found a few before which I used, but I hadn't searched for that particular phrase. So the other night I did that. All over the US. Of course it doesn't always come up, so I augmented my "research" with the keyword "Asian" which provided copious low hanging fruit as well. The following item was posted in its entirety on Minneapolis Craigslist and due to its relative insanity and length, I decided to feature it alone. Since it is so long management has urged me to insert pictures and captions throughout to break it up. That will be my contribution to this gem. If you are truly unfortunate I may add a bit of breakdown at the end where we look at some takeaways. So without further ado:
Any ladies want a good guy? - m4w - 27 (South metro)
Hello, I like to share a bit about myself and if you like it Post me something about you. But 1st Post in subject. " Color of your hair" |
| In this case pick one or two colors of hair. |
Im not and WILL NOT EVER BE A SICKO like other MALES on Craigs list who show there Johnsons.
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| Go ahead, search "There Johnsons" on Google Images. This was number four. |
That is a private thing between you and your girl Not for everyone to see!
I am a white Norwegian guy who works 2 jobs. I lived in Norway for 12 years and visited Europe a few times. I was born on in Minnesota though.
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| I had this taken the day I killed my first Reindeer! |
I have my own Car and was close to buying a new house this summer but with 1 restriction I can fix and get a place this summer.
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| Just one restriction.... |
A bit about my past history on Dating. I only been with 4 ladies on dates. My 2nd lady I was with I proposed to her 6 years ago, But sadly she got into a car accident and passed away. ;(
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| I KNOW YOUR PAIN BRA! |
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| I was actually giving a speech at another graduation because I just got too many degrees! |
When my girlfriend passed away, My family at the time happen to also have health issues and so did I. 6 days after my girlfriend passed away I had a Stress heart attack. (it does take 1-2 years for a person to re coop). I moved back with my mother at this time. When I was close to moving out. My mother had a PE. and I stayed to help her. I find Family is 1st. Its all you have.
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| This is me having a stress heart attack! |
From learning from my past I like a person who caring and honest as I am. I don't cheat, play or do any those type of games!.
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| In fact, I only play for keeps! |
I have morals and ethics like 95% of Guys don't have. They want 1 thing from you "the " bed, But I look at it. Ok that's great you scored and.... that leads what bragging?
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| I'm not gonna brag but my dead girlfriend said I had a nice pickle! |
Now it shows you your immature. Any who I want a person I be friends with and I could care with. It doesn't have to lead to the Bed. I be happy to be happy again with someone I could care about.
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| I wouldn't be upset though if the "bed" was your place for relaxing.... ;) |
Honest and morals and ethics imo are the best I got. I would say Im not the greatest looks. But I have a personality and caring.
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| The glasses show off my zany side! |
I enjoy Sports (I use to be a kicker/punter for the Badgers) I am a Football fan, Viking fan. Baseball, Hockey. I enjoy golfing bowling skying. I don't really go to bars, I never really a fan. I love plays, concerts, Operas, Art, Photos, Karaoke, Walks.
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| Kicker or punter. I'm just a sports nuts! |
I am not the greatest communicator or best to understand on what you want at times. I can tell you why if you ask :) But trust me I do care!
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| I try to pick role models who are excellent communicators to improve my communicate! |
What type of Ladies I like. I prefer Western Europe background. AKA Whites preferred type. Blond, Burnett's,
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| I REALLY like Burnett's! |
I am Not really into Read heads but you can still post I would consider ^_^.
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| I said READ heads! But you may as well fill out an application anyway, but you must provide three references! |
If you are an Asian I might go for that if you are cute ^_-
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| Nope! Thanks for trying! |
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| OK, I admit, we both just really need to get lei'd! |
I dont want you to send a photo. I want you to Answer my question and tell me more of yourself ! (((((( Post in subject. " Color of your hair"))))))
So there you have it. The most insane strictly platonic ad thus far in 2013. And no, I have nothing else to say. Buzz.
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