They’re taking our baby beluga

I like to imagine Children’s songwriter Raffi, living in Chicago for some inexplicable reason. He makes himself some coffee and goes out to his mailbox, brings in the paper. He sets the paper next to his coffee and picks up a guitar. Gently, he strokes the guitar, testing out some new material as he skims the news. Then, his eyes run across this article, and he suddenly stands, throwing his guitar across the room, screaming “This is bulls#!#!”

Comments are closed.

Terms of use | Privacy Policy | Content: Creative Commons | Site and Design © 2009 | Metroblogging ® and Metblogs ® are registered trademarks of Bode Media, Inc.