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The people in the courtyard are blasting Peggy Sue and its ilk (maybe I should throw eggs at them; it is late). Patty's asleep. I'm up working. And it's just surreal.

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if there is one era of music

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that I tire of in a few or less measures it is that Peggy Sue era.

Throw an egg on my behalf.