Last night before my set at the Kansas City Irish Festival, a woman asked if I had my recordings with me. She heard me perform at Wonderscope with her children. She said that her youngest is just beginning to speak. He says three words: Mama, Dada and Unanana.
Unanana? He heard it in the story of the same name, either from me or from my CD The ghost with the one black eye.
Oh, the fame!
Sunday, September 02, 2007
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