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| Home: The heart of the city. Age: 29, but nobody believes him. Profession: Purveyor of pristine pop melodies; escort service for dachshunds; card. Hobbies: Forcing depraved lyrics upon helpless little melodies; racing poor little Dave Edmunds from pub to club to pub; drowning resurgent Brinsley Schwartz riffs in elbow-raised retrospection. Last Book Read: Cut-Rate Tape Editing by Johnny Bum. Last Accomplishment: Running Mary Harman out of town. Quote: "Johnny Cash likes me; you will too!" Profile: Puppy-boy pop convert with a floppy ear for what makes people sing, this chap has nurtured many a dusty riff to second and well-deserved wind. He virtually froths with hop-and-grain humor, combined irresistibly with 90% cotton charm; with credentials like these, can Britt Ekland be far behind? Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Maureen Donaldson
