After much thoughtful reflection, a further maturing of spirit, a yearning to "move on" with my creative development, much hate mail, and three headless pink flamingoes appearing at my door step (Old Salt, how did you get my address???), I have decided to move forward into my "post-Voyageur Rap" era of expression.  Besides,  "Voyageur Rap" is so, so, so... "yesterday".  And, as we all know, Jamboree is more about the possibilities of tomorrow.  Or, to be more precise:

55 DAYS FROM TOMORROW, WHEN THE LOST FLOCK SHALL QUIETLY GATHER IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE TO LISTEN TO A WHITE SOX STATION ON THE RADIO THAT CAN'T BE HEARD ANYWAY & TALK & JOKE ABOUT NOTHING THAT IS GOING TO BE AUDIBLE THROUGH THE SOUNDPROOFING IN THE KEVLAR-SCREENED TENTS.  COME ONE, COME ALL, & LEND ME YOUR EARS... BECAUSE IT APPEARS I AM GOING TO NEED THEM.

Post-Rap Jimbo   8)