#pageisms

//i highkey wanna trade places with that chick that gets to kiss daveed okayyy

      on nights like this club auster is a hotbed for love and good tunes. it’s well past their usual closing time but all the regulars have stayed behind - along with a few newbies, welcomed with open arms. there’s a feeling of exclusivity to sessions like this. the musicians have adopted the house instruments, the poets have had their turn in bringing the crowd to tears. even a few of the dancers who stayed behind after tonight’s show have gotten up and shown their skills. there’s laughter and excited conversations about new bands, new artists, new techniques. and best of all, the bar is still serving.  the pretty blonde pulling pints doesn’t seem to show any sign of locking up soon.       

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“Do you ever feel out of place? Like a alien that walking  in a public place for the very first time?” 

That was typical Stevie introductions, she was shocked  to say the least she and the Fleetwood gang would be  invited to the rowdiness that was Led Zeppelin’s main  hangout spot in LA. But the moment she stepped in  everyone had fitted in...except her. She was still very  new in the world of musical fame.

              she was right. people ARE strange, each, and every one of them                   —  but not necessarily in a  b a d  way. to her comment he gives                 his head a light tip to the side, and  a  quick  raise  of  his  brows                 ❛  well you’re certainly not wrong.  ❜ he HIMSELF could easily, &&                 often  WAS  described as  such for one reason or  another  —  it                 seemed to  happen more  often than not to  those who  chose to                 keep   private,  such   as  himself.   ❛  —  but  i’m  curious,  what                 exactly do you mean by strange? i mean…it’s a bit’f an objective                 term, don’ you think?  ❜