Good Sunday Evening, friends. I apologize for the tardiness of this post. I have some results for you finally. As to my excuse for being late to post tonight, let me just say that a Music Tournament is far less stressful than working to get a guy elected Chief of the Cherokee Nation, which is what I’ve been up to this weekend.
Carole King's Last Stand
Hopefully the People’s Choice Tournament songs will never need recounting. This weekend, our voters were particularly harsh, posting results that eliminated half of the contenders.
Alright everyone- sorry for the post delay, been running around Wildwood a bit. Great results to post though, as we had a match-up that was back and forth continuously for the last 48 hours.
Before Jersey Shore was a television show (and I am happy to say I have actually never seen an episode of Jersey Shore,) it represented to me a far off place that birthed the grit of true America. It was the home of the Asbury Park that brought us the Boss and the prototype of beach boardwalk doo wop; I knew nothing of this Shore but these two things, and that seemed enough to maintain a youthful respect for it. Yet despite this belief of mine and while I have traveled much of this great country of ours and stood on many of its beaches, I have never, ever visited the Jersey Shore.
Living the Dream 