Listen for the opening voice that declares "somewhere in a hotel room there's a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him..."
That's what made this one a definite for track three...well, that and I'm such a fan of the Rod Searling classic. I love it when he's in the hotel then all of a sudden he's on stage. Great 40s detective feel to it.
PS-- This is the censored version of this video. I'm trying to run a family-friendly blog here, much to the chagrin of my Snarky Muse.
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Censored version? In the Year of Writing Dangerously? What's dangerous about that? :)
Where's the cursing, where's the nudity? Freak me out, woman!
I thought that I was going to freak you out privately in my new red dress....
snarky muse says: "I agree with you Nathan. Dawn talks the talk but has no balls."
Red dress, hell yes. But this is your all-caution-to-the-wind blog! Your muse accuses you of having no balls; prove her wrong. Show me your balls, Dawn! :)
Snarky muse says: "Nathan-- give me your phone number. I think I'd rather hang out with you..."
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