The game was killer. I watched the 1st quarter, went to basement and played guitar for 2 or 3 hrs, and then when I heard it was a 2-point game with 6 mins left I went back upstairs. Pretty exciting finish.
I had no interest in whatever Beyonce was going to do at halftime, whether or not lip-synched. It would have to be rock or blues or something extraordinary and memorable to get me to watch--something with some guts. Beyonce and her music is kind of a yawner to me, even on her baddest behavior. Incredible goddess-woman, vapid music.
But that's just me.
She's the lady of the light
Yellow incandescent night
Tiger eyes burning bright
In the understory
I can't see the forest
For the branches and the leaves
But I believe
I do believe
From "Tiger Eyes", by me:
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Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. —Charlie Parker
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