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It has been in my basement. It’s followed me to school, to gatherings with close friends, and even found its way into my email address. It will live in me for the rest of my life: the spirit of . Not a tangible coffeehouse of any sort, the GLC is a band compris ....

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.... Funkula. Over a bottle of port, we created tunes until the shadows outside became trees and houses once again. Inspiration for a new song was never more than a glance to the sky away for Nick. He savored his forte- clever, witty social and spiritual observations. On this particular night, however, we rewrote the words to an old 80’s song that could not have been that good because none of us could remember the words, title, or artist who performed it. We knew the tune however, and the green light reaching down from overhead was enough to lead us through an improvisation that we happened to catch on tape. We listened to it over and over again. ....