Originally Posted by Guitarhacker
If I try to reply in the prose and verse of an 18th century poet I fear, lest I stand, shuttered and tattered, admist the fury and tempestuous winds that blow ill, I might, pray tell, falter and perchance, yet not surprisingly, find myself prostrate on yon hardened surface. Myself, yet to rise up and in the end, shake off the dross that doth entangle and asaile and to simply find a victory where none wasth appear to be.
Yet somehow, to recount the musical fusillade upon which mine own ears were assaulted in a most sinister and spritely manner. All that can be said has been said but nonetheless, I shall once again attempt in my best intention and with all due honest as is befitting a comrade in arms......

Mighty fine job.

Late Apology 🥺

Herb

I am drafting this message with a quill in one hand and a steadying cup of tea in the other, lest I suffer the same 'tempestuous winds' you so vividly described!

Your poetry absolutely made my day and put a huge smile on my face. There is no dross to be shaken off here, only the pure joy of reading such a clever and humorous critique. Thank you for taking the time to listen—and for the poetic theater that accompanied the review. It was a treat! 👋 👋 👋 💯

I’m thrilled you enjoyed the track—'Mighty fine job' is the highest compliment a comrade in arms could hope to receive. Thanks for being such a great sport (and for teaching me a few new fancy ways to describe a "musical assault"!. 😁

Regards

Izzy

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