Since Offramp, Pat Metheny has been pretty steady in being the dude I turn to in the wee hours.
Sorry, Frank.
On another note: I will be spending my 50th (that's so silly as a benchmark--it's the New 70) with my beloved in France. Nope, turning 50 on William Blake's birthday in the company of someone infinitely more beautiful can't be all that bad.
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