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Ah....blogger. I can't help being reminded of a conversation I once had after the final braid show 40 miles east in dante-esque Champaign ILL. During Chande, chandeleir, chandeleir, during the swing song, they had someone say the catch phrase via walkie talkie. After the show we were on our way home and one of my roomates (who shall, in keeping with the anonyminity tip, remain nameless) said:
"Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if during one of our shows we had someone singing through a walkie talkie?"
"You mean like braid?" we answered.
"No, I mean actually sing through the walkie talkie."
Ah....blogger. I can't help being reminded of a conversation I once had after the final braid show 40 miles east in dante-esque Champaign ILL. During Chande, chandeleir, chandeleir, during the swing song, they had someone say the catch phrase via walkie talkie. After the show we were on our way home and one of my roomates (who shall, in keeping with the anonyminity tip, remain nameless) said:
"Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if during one of our shows we had someone singing through a walkie talkie?"
"You mean like braid?" we answered.
"No, I mean actually sing through the walkie talkie."
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