Friday, September 15, 2006

Here's a hastily composed birthday poem for Tracy:

Tracy Tracy
She's our drummer
She's very fast
And even funner.

1 comment:

terrimoto said...

The night before my birthday I had a dream of a Fast Fun reunion. My new drum kit was yellow and translucent. Jimmy was visiting, and had covered the hotel hall where he and his relatives had their rooms with Indian/Christmas decorations.

We couldn't decide where to play. I suggested we do a Sunday morning busking gig. We had a hard time loading up the station wagon with all our stuff. There was too much camera gear, and several empty cases.