Wednesday, June 16, 2010

There Are No Baby Butlers With Baby Gramps



Just mean licks, old tricks and one hell of a beard. He stomped his feet so hard drinks fell on the floor. He spun his steel-body guitar around, played things we all know like he invented them. In general, he is fantastic and go go go see him if you get a chance. You will not regret it. Hell, you won't even believe how much you won't regret it. He is just amazing, and I am happy to shill for him here.

Go to Baby Gramps.com for all the Baby Gramps info you need.

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