If you go down to the woods.
Ginsberg, Howl your heart out! The Silver Fox leads the Pack...
Never mind Frozen. Never mind Jaws. Here's three John MacLennan hand-cam previews of a film of Howl (a poem what I wrote) - as lupine ear-marked by pack-leader Roger as a Wolf Folk Club anthem - performed live by the Pack. (And we do have a big good time down in those big bad woods.)
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Note also the film of the film of the film being made by musician-visitors from the Deep American South. The man making notes is my therapist.
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They be wolfing it down good and proper me ole bard making big bad Uncle Tom proud yet again...
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