Thanks for hanging in there with me on today's show. There were several technical difficulties and I got booted three times in the first hour. Luckily, I have some amazing listeners who hung in there for the whole thing - even when I played the wrong song and had a laughing fit. (And even when I danced like a dork on the Ustream simulcast!)
To all of you, I leave you a poem written in 1640 by Henry King:
Sic Vita
LIKE to the falling of a star,Or as the flights of eagles are,Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,Or silver drops of morning dew,Or like a wind that chafes the flood,Or bubbles which on water stood:Even such is man, whose borrowed lightIs straight called in, and paid to night.The wind blows out, the bubble dies;The spring entombed in autumn lies;The dew dries up, the star is shot;The flight is past, and man forgot.
So, as King says, Such is life. I hope to see you all back for next Monday's metal show!
Annie
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