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It is hard to imagine The Doors without Jim Morrison, Paris without the Eiffel Tower, bangers without mash, Pinky without Perky, sex without shame, phones without persistent rings, spelling without misstakes (that was my little joke, forgive me) and come to think of it, Simon without a) Garfunkel or b) his amazing dancing bear. No matter, today I am here to meet piano diddler David Pandacott who made judges sit up and take notes when he, you know, played recently.
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But I digress. SO as I was saying, despite the fact that it is hard to imagine all those things being separated, sure as the new Elton John album is going to be the same old dogrubbish, they've all been split at one point or another. Okay, maybe not Paris and the Eiffel Tower, or Pinky and Perky, or sex and shame, and guilt, and pain. So this bear, right? Oh I don't know. I mean, he plays the piano, so what more do you want to know? He's OK I suppose, but to be honest, I have heard a lot better. Like me. |
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