While I don't claim to be a Velvet Underground aficionado, The Gift holds a very special place in my heart. It brings me back to days in the printmaking studio, of Daniel Dean's beard and fedora, stenciled posters, and congealed acrylic inks. The Gift is one of my favorite car songs, especially on long, hot summer days. If I'm going to be stuck in traffic on 95 south, in what appears to be the ninth gate of hell, then for damn sure the neighboring cars are going to hear all about Waldo Jeffers, how he made Marsha smile, that she needed him and he wasn't there (awww).
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