At least though, with The Black Rider, I can get a sense of the show itself from the album. I have no clue about Franks Wild Years. Would love to see that staged. Or just the book. Or anything.
Too much cool shit and the world is still too big.
Hi, by the way. Sorry I've been away. I was bedridden for a few days by a memetic virus. How was your weekend?
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