One of the most undeniably lovely souls that this mad world has EVER turned out, my dearest of dear friends, Andy Average, is from San Jose, Ca, where I was born (tho he and I both grew up in SF) and we've been friends since the moment we met. He and wife Terri comprise the closest thing to family unrelated by blood to me, and I miss them constantly. They're back in New Orleans post-Katrina, in their own killer spot, and I'm dying to go down and see them. Andy and I used to have a weekly club night at the Blank Club in SJ, CA, the "only rock'n'roll club in town" called The Rubber Room. Enjoy his meanderingly gorgeous musical escapades...
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