doe's progress

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doe's set at joe's pub last night was a beautiful shock.
i liked the new record, but couldn't tell where it came from.
people make records,
records make themselves,
teams of astronauts make records.
you have no idea who's done what.
seeing doe in person, i got the feeling that the record came right out of mouth
involuntarily, like stubbed toe.
doe was 100% present, on some danish health shit,
just rugged and alive, using all of that gorgeous, wide voice.
sort of standard-setting.
doe is in the game, fully sunk-in, no matter how many movies
doe disagreement about doe's suggestion
that maybe the wrong musicians have died
referencing the continued and puzzling
averted through the magic of song.
which was locked at midnight
though people were inside eating and drinking
short women fucking rock,
learned is the wrong word. reminded, maybe.

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