Apologies to anyone who has left me a voice message or called me over the last few days only to subsequently wait by the phone in a puddle of your own sad. I shut down and restarted my phone this afternoon to discover nearly a dozen unplayed messages had been hidden within, with no record or indication of their previous existence.
That should explain those first few lines of admonishment here. My bad, though your message, when I finally did get it, was well worth the mixup.
And what about them erstwhile Houseys playin' the battle breaks?
Until we saw the above's show in Georgia all those years ago, we'd never imagined that you could put people to sleep in the middle of their ecstasy trips.