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Jeff Eddy

August 4, 2008

when u playing denver next!!! Ineed to take some pics!!

JC

July 15, 2008

There are those who do not imitate,
Who cannot imitate
But then there are those who emulate
At times, to expand further the light
Of an original glow.
Knowing that to imitate the living
Is mockery
And to imitate the dead
Is robbery
There are those
Who are beings complete unto themselves
Whole, undaunted,-a source
As leaves of grass, as stars
As mountains, alike, alike, alike,
Yet unalike
Each is complete and contained
And as each unalike star shines
Each ray of light is forever gone
To leave way for a new ray
And a new ray, as from a fountain
Complete unto itself, full, flowing
So are some souls like stars
And their words, works and songs
Like strong, quick flashes of light

From a brilliant, erupting cone.
So where are your mountains
To match some men?

This man can rhyme the tick of time
The edge of pain, the what of sane
And comprehend the good in men, the bad in men
Can feel the hate of fight, the love of right
And the creep of blight at the speed of light
The pain of dawn, the gone of gone
The end of friend, the end of end
By math of trend
What grip to hold what he is told
How long to hold, how strong to hold
How much to hold of what is told.
And Know
The yield of rend; the break of bend
The scar of mend
I'm proud to say that I know it,
Here-in is a hell of a poet.
And lots of other things
And lots of other things.

Aardvaark St. Julius III

July 15, 2008

After all, what could one say about about this Time-Transcendent Troubadour? Who has kindly brought his unique and evocative, sorrowful, and triumphant tales-into your living room-where you stub your toe.. and curse his foresight.



A man who first found his Time to Shine among empty bottles of Thunder Bird, and a Badger under his feet. Who has rode atop Mercury, steered by a Mad Monk. Sung the last rights to a Dead Man he met in Mexico, and Para-sailed with Ira Hayes.



These things. This life that he has turned into tales of folly and the forlorn. What does one say about this dark and brooding, yet Quixotic Conundrum, we know as Trevor G.?



Nothing



For he shall continue to Sing Out The Truth, and steady his gaze into the Abyss for us all.

The Question remains-Who will Listen?

Samuel

May 5, 2008

daLDOZ Hello! I'm Samuel Smith, i'm from Switqerland i and find your site really brilliant!

Doug Newberry

March 4, 2008

I had heard that you were a brewer but was very suprised to find this when I Googled you. I'm happy you are not the politician guy that was listed! What's up?

Doug N.

Jeff Eddy

August 16, 2007

TPTG, Like your grampa used to say " A farting horse never tires!" Hopefully, that goes for you too! Just listened sounds GREAT!!

phil shaw

July 22, 2007

glad to see you're still out there and doing your thing...

Scott Atchison

March 14, 2007

sometimes it takes a lifetime to come up with enough material to make a good record. Most aren't so lucky...
good to hear your sangin' voice!
Atch

Chris Atchley

November 23, 2006

Punk...

townser

August 29, 2006

Love the song about Townes. Still, one of the best nights of my life. Will-Gully! Hopefully see you soon. I miss you guys a lot.

Splin-tah

August 2, 2006

Kick Maximum Ass.