I have to watch out, methinks I'm in danger of becoming a crotchety, crusty old crackpot, an anachronistic iconoclast, or just an overgrown barnacle attached to a submerged, stationary and stanchion hunk of rock. That said, my goal for the rest of the month is just to lighten up, instead of dredging up the dregs of humanity's behavior. Or my own. So I'm hitting on an old standby, my Danish trio, but this time starting with one of their own songs, "Rooster's Show-off," which segues into, believe it or not, an old Beatles tune sung with a Danish accent -- and with a little help from their friends. You're sure to love it -- I do.
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