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Celebrating Octothorpe through the power of rock!
Soundscaping and cutting edge electronica
Acoustic Tent: Songfighters show their sensitive side for the 'Thorpe
Poetry, spoken word and art
photo by Jack Shite
A poem by Bjam for Octothorpe ....
Guitars and amps and horns they took
When we find em well give em a hell of a look
Gone is the fretless bass, Ill give them this,
Theyve got really good taste.
When we were told of it,
I believe we had a communal fit,
Mightve ruined someones health insurance,
We needed some emotional assurance,
Many said, Man, that sucks,
Many emptied their pockets with offers of bucks,
The idiots left the computer
Too scared to face the Spuddinator.