For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting, yaping and waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death companion, my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered camel's hump, my jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last December, to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he used to

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(resistance to encroaching homogenization .. troubling)

go crazy-- 

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innovation independant of listenership

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pull yr head out of yr lyric mode