Dear Diary,
Maxy's back! Back On the Flex! Yes! The Bluegrass Flex to be precise. I just called Gulliver the banjoist and fiddler and asked him for a jam at his place tonight, before the gig. :) OH yeah! It's gonna be hootnin' tootnin' darn falootin' southern-fried chicken style bluegrass pickin' finger-lickin' smokin' hot fiddle-fest drunken barn-dance hoot-nanny ho-down tonight! Yessiree!! :D Oh, my, goodness. I love bluegrass music, more than anything else in the world. It means so much to me. I can't wait! I had to cancel meeting up with Cyborg due to flooding. No problem. We'll get together some other time.
I'm being hacked again but the sweet sound of the fiddle played in that high-old lonesome sound of the foggy mountain, diffuses any thoughts of troublesome wenches and meddling maidens. Aye. Tonight is going to be a night to remember. I even deleted a load of roleplay manuals off of my phone to make way for recordings. Yessiree! I'm a gonna have some slyly recorded fiddle 'n banjuitar for y'all by Sunday, at around the witching hour. Aye. Things are looking up for once. Old Joe Clarke (one of Grant's favourites) and Kitchen Girl a track I really love. I am learning a few other tracks from him so will have some new peices in my musical repertoire by tonight. (Which is more than can be said for the old rocker Harry, he must learn my set). I love him dearly but the guy's gotta branch out some, musically.
Anyway, tomorrow is another language meet with the resplendant translator and flutist. Might be alright, I should like to see that piano-player again, she sure was nice.
Ciao for now, and yeeeeeha!
Maxy Waxy xxxx
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