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Cee Bee Gee Bee. It has meter. Is symmetrical, like Ohio. But it was always mispronounced. The seminal NYC club, hatched at the end of the Charlie Daniels-Devil-Went-Down-To-Urban-Cowboy-Country-And-Signed-Every-Act-That-Smoked-Dope-Sang-Twang-&-Coulda-Been-Cosmic-But-They-Liked-Mixing-Muscle Cars-Guns-Meth-&-Sour-Mash-Mouthwash Era. If that seemed too drawn out and utterly unnecessary, well, at the time, so did Jimmy Carter.

The acronym stood for Country Bluegrass Blues. So, by all rights, it should have been pronounced Cee, pause, Bee-Gee, caesura, Bee. Like KGB, FBI, CIA, NSA, and GOP, the metered pronunciation is much more well-balanced and egalitarian than the organization or entity said initials represent. The backers and owners of the club thought they’d open a honky tonk meets delta juke, right there in the country’s Most Dangerous City. But by the time they hung the last wagon wheel and Holler Home portrait-painted cross-buck saw blade,
the music had already changed. So the initials were left to mean their own bad selves. Those who have ever sent a txt and have ever claimed to pwn someone might want to consider the fleeting intent of the content. FWIW, punk.

...we could have ham and eggs,
if we had eggs. Would be the backend of this saw. Instead it serves as the entry to this blog.
Wherein the protagonist waxes
& vexes on an array of topics;
connects all Dots, except for the lime ones..they’re just evil; wonders if Jimmy Dean ever met Maslow; asks if all politics are local, how come my dinner is better traveled than me.
Grammar be damned.
If I could Strunk, I would Strunk & White, if I had White.
Discuss.