The Henrys on the road to
NYC, Sept 98: Hanging around the bus, in the bus, on the bus, off the bus...Geoff dreaming about new voicings, new bendings, new phrasings; Mary cramming lyrics, Mike thinkin' about his conch shell; Don and Paul onstage at the Bottom Line, trying like hell to remember the melody to Four Eyes Only, an extreme detail of the front of our bus ...oh man, weren't those the days....
