So I'm at the Donkey, minding my own business and working on my paper for our Out of the Dust presentation, when the Bright Eyes CD ends and is replaced with a CD by Woody Guthrie, or maybe Willie Nelson. "Oh, how neat," I thought, "it's all old-fashioned and countrified and it fits in perfectly with the paper I'm writing."
And then, suddenly, he's
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