The Patsys are the quintessential model rocket club of rock. Behind the righteous tunes are one librarian, one teacher, one historical society curator, three subscriptions to Harper's, one subscription to the New York Review of Books, Charlie Rose five nights a week, and a better than average chance of finishing the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle.
Great sound ... Thanks for dropping by with your request to be friends; Bobby & I are happy to meet you & hope you'll keep in touch. Caroline Boyce, Tommy's widow
Dear Patsys:
On the "Scale of Ohio Presidents", that set on Saturday was a "Rutherford B. Hayes." And that's good. Isn't it? I mean, I think he was the best of the bunch, wasn't he? Hell, I don't know. What I do know is that set wasn't a "William H. Harrison!" So there ya have it.
Thanks for having us clutter up the stage for an hour.
That was the best show EVER! Seriously, I'm so happy with the way everything went (and sounded!). It couldn't have been better. And a great crowd, too! Let's do it again soon!
