the other Stephen Lynch

Hi Gianni and other ex-Swags (rhymes with ex-Lax?)

I’m hoping that you folks managed to rendezvous with Bill and Bobbie. (Freudian slip -- I frequently type “Boobie” when attempting to type “Bobbie” -- but don’t tell her that)

Back at ASCAP, where people in my Dept were typing in song titles all day long, one day I accidentally typed in “My Favorite Thighs” instead of “My Favorite Things”. One person told it simply had to do with the proximity of n, g, and h on the keyboard, that was just a typing error. I’ll neber knoe.

There’s an old guy named Booker that plays there on Wednesday nights, and Bill and Boobie, er Bobbie are quite close with him now. He’s retired from the school system after many decades teaching music. If I recall correctly, he does not sing, so there’s a void there that needs to be filled.

As some of you may know, I have a namesake, a young guitarist/songwriter/comic named Stephen Lynch who has a large fan base. I first heard of him quite a few years ago, and to this day people approach me asking me if I’m his father. One of these days I’ll play a practical joke and tell them that I AM his father, and tell a bunch of ridiculous stories about how he was as a kid. This should eventually elicit an angry communication from the other Stephen Lynch, asking me to cease and desist from the bogus father thing. But it’ll really be worth the laugh I think.

I saw my niece Eileen in Singapore on 10/22 -- this date marked the halfway point of this voyage. Australia next.