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I'm not proud. Or tired.

Finally saw Arlo Guthrie in concert. He's a hell of a showman. I was distraught he didn't do Alice's Restaurant, which I consider one of the funniest things ever. I suppose I can understand his being tired of an almost 20-minute piece he must have performed thousands of times.

Things I didn't know: he says the story is mostly true as told. In the 1969 film adaptation, Officer Obie played himself. Guthrie bought Alice Brock's church, as depicted in the song; it's now home to The Guthrie Center. And a serial killer acting as his own attorney played the song in its entirety during his trial. He's on death row now.

To console myself, I bought a CD of The Best of Arlo Guthrie the next day and played it for Malasada. I'm gratified to report that she liked it as much as I do, and wanted to listen to it again the day after that.

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