A giant in jazz.
When Willie Nelson covers your song, it becomes his. Sorry, Eddie. Paul Simon already knew.
In Closing: want; poor babies; history lesson; definitions; dumb questions; biometric database; maybe salt isn’t the devil; reasons; files; and just for fun, how many people have your name. There’s another Bridget Magnus in Canada, but I’m apparently unique in the US.
A whole album of it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Edvard Grieg’s Peer Gynt Suites. Perhaps the only Norwegian music you actually know.
As you can see, I’m still processing the musical deaths of 2016.
Can’t afford to see the Man at Caesars Palace, but I can afford to share a video.
Ya know, just maybe it’s a bad idea to autograph your act of vandalism by carving your name into his leather seats.
It’s 3.14. Also, 3.1416. Perhaps celebrate with some pie?
In Closing: still fake; still bad for real Americans who like to have jobs; sounds like a wild goose chase to me; not having money is not actually a crime; and just maybe the FBI misjudged this and people have figured out that 24 was a TV show.