Road Notes: Syracuse, NY, 11:59PM

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Thompson Twins? No.

It was an album, maybe 45 minutes long.

Who was that.

Ah, Robert Plant. His 1988 tour. I was there for that. He had Joan Jett and the Blackhearts open for him; if ever I'd had a doubt how much a cruch on Joan Jett I'd had was in question, it was vamoosed when I watched that tight, sparky flooze hit the stage and chew her guitar. 'Course, my lust stopped at her style, as I'm pretty sure I would need therapy if I ever fantasized about anyone with the same name as my mother.

Where was I?

Ah. Syracuse. Lovely. At least they have Dunkin' Donuts, too.

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I get it.

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