tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post116183824407407992..comments2024-03-09T00:58:19.040-08:00Comments on THE WORLD IS A STAGE: JAY JOHNSONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04209913484299156278noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post-1161877146289530762006-10-26T08:39:00.000-07:002006-10-26T08:39:00.000-07:00Hey Wiz – can you do me a favor? When you see Rog...Hey Wiz – can you do me a favor? When you see Roger, would you please tell him I’m sorry for nearly killing him last night? I swear it wasn’t on purpose.<BR/><BR/>Let me explain – at the end of the performance, sometimes I’m the one that opens the exit doors to the street. Last night, I’m standing by the center exit doors (I always start with the center doors) my hands on the bars, waiting to hear the music at the end of the show so I can push them open. Ok, I hear music… clapping… go! Unbeknownst to me, Roger was on the opposite side of the center doors. I think I knocked him over. Are you ok Roger? In the future, I promise to be more careful!!!!!!!! I’m not dangerous, really I’m not!<BR/><BR/> - LindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post-1161864457688167622006-10-26T05:07:00.000-07:002006-10-26T05:07:00.000-07:00I can't get the songs at all lately. Of course wh...I can't get the songs at all lately. Of course when they are made up, it's understandable. The problem is I start to laugh and get so caught up with Darwin that I forget to repeat "the song" to myself. When I don't sing it back to myself, I forget it immediately.<BR/><BR/>So Jay, when you say you can't remember the song, I understand...<BR/><BR/> - TOOLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00895236726976288823noreply@blogger.com