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Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a Thurston was stirring
Not even a grouse.
The guitars were stack
By the drum set with care
In the hopes that Link Wray
Would soon jam there.
When out in the alley
There arose such a clatter
I awoke from my stupor
To see whats the matter
When, what to my
Bloodshot eyes should appear,
But Henry Mancini
Drinking a beer?Elt;/FONT>
One of these days well get around to finishing this poem. In the meantime we
want to wish everyone including:
The bookers, promoters and club owners who gave us work this year;
The Radio DJs (both broadcast and streaming) who gave us air play;
The Editors, writers and columnist (both online and in the print media) whove
reviewed our work and plugged our gigs;
Other bands with whom we shared the bill:
And, most important, you our fans, whether youve been to only one or all of our
performances this year or purchased a CD or T-shirt at our gigs or online;
One simple word?EEACE?Eay you find it this Christmas and may it last through out
the New Year.
The Howlin' Thurstons
"East Cost edgy and original arrangements so grodied and nastied out with
intense guitar drive and a sandpaper edge" --Phil Dirt, Reverb Central
Listen to the Thurstons new single at:
Or drop us a line at:
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