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Friday, January 21, 2005


I can now play "Wild World" well enough that it is recognizable as a real song. Tim hasn't finessed the finger picking part, though, so I'll blame it on him that our duets have breaks in the middle of each line where we get off rhythm from each other, look at each other, and try to start again. In "Leavin' on a Jet Plane," though, we sound like pros. I think we should take this act to the streets for some extra cash.


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