Pursuing the wild hair… who *was* that?
So there we were, minding our own business and enjoying a few tunes and songs at Eamon and Sue’s place … and we look up … and there in our mits [sic, as usual with my jokes] was this wild person… 
makin’ the guitar howl and sing, with a voice that rocked out the whole place, and with this hair that just shimmered green in the night light.
Who was that man? ….. now …. it *was* a man wasn’t it?…..
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