"Forgot my six-string razor and hit the sky, halfway to Memphis before I realized." -- All the Way from Memphis (1973)
Thirty-six years later, if I forget to pack anything it will be shaving cream, not a six-string razor.
I'm about ready to move out, and everybody should be focused on Monmouth right about now anyway.
When I get to London, my plans are to post what news, photos and video I can get.
Between Sunday and Tuesday I'll be showing you Ireland, and my planned picture alongside the statue of Phil Lynott. I'm bringing a guitar pick to leave with him.
If you're at Hammersmith on Thursday, come by and say hello. I'll be in stalls A7.
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