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Posted on Facebook by Dave Sparkes, who said, "Some more images I shot from the crowd at the first Australian tour, Hunter Valley, 2007. This was an outdoor gig at Bimbadgen Vineyard, the stage basically a bowl looking out over a lovely grassy hill, a natural tier set up. You could crack a bottle of the cellar door wine and listen in style. First pic is Walter about to sing Haitian Divorce, with Jon Herrington in blue print blue."

By Walter Becker, Larry Klein, & Madeline Peyroux You can't do me, you can't do me, you can't do me the way you did before You can't do me, you can't do me, you can't do me the way you did before 'Cause when you do, and when you do, 'cause when you do, you know I get so blue! When you do, and when you do, 'cause when you do, you know I get so blue and I go Down like a deep sea diver, out like a Coltrane tenor-man, Lost like a Chinese war, baby gone, gone, gone! Blewed like a Mississippi sharecropper, screwed like a high-school cheerleader, Tattooed like a popeyed sailorman − gone, gone, gone! I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. And for a while, for just a while, for a good long while you'd see me smile, smile, smile I'd crawl the seas on my bony knees, no apologies for my brave new style. I wouldn't go Bust like an internet millionaire, boom like a Lebanese belly-dancer, Bang like a new year's firecracker − gone, gone, gone! I wouldn't get Bent like a rattan rockin' chair, blanked like a last place also ran, Burned like an Arkansas griddlecake − gone, gone, gone! I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. And if I was, if I was, if I was then I'd complain no more. And for a while, for just a while, for a good long while you'd see me smile, smile, smile. I'd crawl the seas, on my bony knees, no apologies for my brave new style. I wouldn't get Wrecked like a rebel on a racetrack, jacked like a '51 Cadillac, Macked like a bunny in a mansion − gone, gone, gone! Spitooned like an Alabama 'backy wad, harpooned in a Melville sailor yard, Cartooned like a Charlie Brown Christmas card − gone, gone, gone! Schooled like a milk money bully whip, sued like a teenage downloader, Unglued like a bull in a china shop − gone, gone, gone! Cranked like a speed freak high-roller, yanked like a little league ball swatter, Spanked like a fly on a bar counter − gone, gone, gone! Duked like a pistol whipped card swapper, rebuked like a Bible Belt border crosser Juked like a payola chart topper − gone, gone, gone

Happy happy to all you dads and 'father figgers' out there ... and Out There

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I caught the Summer of Living Dangerously tour this past weekend at Blossom Music Center in Cuyahoga Falls, OH (Cleveland's summer concert venue). Two things really stood out to me. 1. They left an empty mic stand where Walter used to stand. 2. Hey Nineteen was now just another song in the set. I really enjoyed the show, but it was bittersweet without Walter.

And now for something completely different: [link for mobile users] Much Has Been Done… (1990) Walter Becker © 1990/2019 Zeon LLC   Much Has Been Done … Much Remains To Be Done He played around with this for a while, tweaking and fiddling it into several variations.    Tempted to loop them together into one good trance track

From The New York Times: "Billions of cicadas will soon erupt in a symphony of sound after 17 years of silence...somehow their bodies and nerves track and log winters, initiating among their billions a synced countdown to ecstasy."