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         From the 
        days in California I have surely made my way6 
         
         There were places 
        to sing. Bars, coffee houses, restaurants; a radio program, a wedding, 
        the second grade at P.s. 67, the street ...  
         The record book 
        logs thirty"nine performances in the past eight months. The daydream 
        mists of Hollywood are beginning to burn off, leaving real stage-time 
        and real audiences.  
         It is the end 
        of summer, 1975. I'm twenty-eight, waiting for the snow to fall again, 
        suspecting that I can stick it out once more ... watching for that next 
        punchline in the vaudeville act of life .  
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        . . .  
       Credits:  
        1-- Bob Simpson, "Oh, Hollywood!"  
        2-- Bob Slmpson,"Oh, Hollvwoodl"  
        3-- Wade Hemsworth, "The Black fly"  
        4 -- David Loggins, "Please Come To Boston"  
        5 - Dennis D'Asaro, "I Just Don't Know"  
        6 -- Jack Tempchin, "Singing in the Street"  
        Cover by Jim Bennett, from photo by Kim Santos 
        Photos bv Kim Santos  
        Drawing of Roger's Hand by Dennis D'Asaro  
        Design and Printing by University Press at Buffalo and Octobergraphics 
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        In 
        my repertory are forty-five of my own songs, another twenty by my friends, 
        and a couple hundred others from various genres. A scattered sampling: 
        "Kisses Sweeter Than Wine," "Take It Easy," "Sixteen 
        Tons," "Rocky Mountain High," "Farewell to Nova Scotia," 
        and "Help!"  
         Under extreme 
        conditions of one sort or another, I have been known to sing "Learn 
        to Croon," "Froggy Went A-Courtin'," or "The Look 
        of Love."  
         Of the songs 
        I write myself, some sound traditional, some contemporary. I give them 
        titles like "Bullseye Cafe," "Morning Star," "At 
        the Zoo," "Irish Whisky and Beer," and "The Ballad 
        of Hephzibah McClellan."  
         What I like to 
        do is entertain people, find out what they will enjoy listening to (or 
        singing) and, despite my misanthropic-looking logo, get them to laugh. 
        I avoid saying that I am a folksinger, a pop singer, or a singer-songwriter, 
        because each label has a connotation that seems to preclude the others. 
        I have sung in churches of various denominations, coffee houses of several 
        persuasions, and bars of differing intemperances. I have always tried 
        to suit my performance to the circumstances.  I didn't sing the same 
        in the churches as I did in the bars. 
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        My 
        fee is negotiable. I will bear in mind that you have a budget if you wil! 
        remember that I am working for a living.  
          
      
         
          | Best Regards,  | 
         
         
          | Dennis D'Asaro | 
         
       
       
       
      
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