Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burnett's time for the Thursday afternoon just

before Friday Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in on you. I'm just

didn't say that right. I'm just checking in on you seeing how the fuck you're doing.

I'm sitting in a swivel chair. I'm doing this podcast before I fly out to

St. Louis. Oh, me, me in St. Louis, me at the fair. Don't tell me the lights are

shining. Every place but there. We will dance. What the fuck? This is what happens

when your first record, your your your mother buys you was Mitch Miller, sing along

with Mitch in the gang. Won't you come home, Bill Bailey? Is other kids are listening

to fucking aerospace with the Led Zeppelin that I'm coming in five foot two

eyes of blue, but oh, what those five foot could do has anybody seen my gal and

orange hair and just moved the new kid. How are you? Who would like to kick the

shit out of me first? Christen, I've had a chance. Anyway, yes, I'm going to

St. Louis. I'm doing a show there Wednesday and Thursday. So I went in. What have

you listened to this shit? I got one more. I hope last night one could and then I

go back to Red Rocks to do the second show. Make sure my beard is trimmed the

exact same way. You know, I know what setting I had it on. I know I was two days

before when I clipped it. So I shoot this and I put it together. Hopefully it

matches. You know, but now that I said that, somebody could say, oh, I noticed your

beard wasn't quite the same side, did you? Is that what you noticed? I noticed. Who

the fuck has time to notice something like that? An in-sell. Jesus, you know, the

internet is really just becoming just a bunch of towny bars. You know, any place

you go into, everybody looks at you and you got to think the way they do it. They

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