It’s Friday afternoon. The sun is out along Indianapolis Boulevard. I just did the noon show on radio only. It’s good to be off video. I get to play music. On Facebook video, you can't. Copyrights rule.
With music, I get to sing along - in my own language. If you ask me, everyone should have their own language. Mine is “Ishka maloofka.” You can speak it, too. Just mutter like your ancestors from the old country did. Pretend you’re in a bowling alley in the Bronx where’s people from all over the world smoke cigarettes and yak in their native languages.
With music, I get to sing along - in my own language. If you ask me, everyone should have their own language. Mine is “Ishka maloofka.” You can speak it, too. Just mutter like your ancestors from the old country did. Pretend you’re in a bowling alley in the Bronx where’s people from all over the world smoke cigarettes and yak in their native languages.
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