Drunk on wings

Jeff and I just left The Anchor Bar, home of the original Buffalo wing in fair, Buffalo NY.

We order 40 wings. Back on the road now, our senses are overwhelmed with wing.

Everything I touch, taste, smell, and hear is chicken wing.

If I were in my studio right now, I could churn out some pretty awesome stuff for some gigs I have coming up.

We took some lovely video which we will post at the next stop.

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