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Tuesday is usually a throw-away day. It doesn’t have the blahs of Monday, nor the thrills of Friday. Neither does it have the hey-I-got-over-the-hump-I-can-do-this vibe of Wednesday.

But it does have past hotel guests the Rolling Stones. And Ruby Tuesday. How cool would it be if Mick and Keith wrote the song while hanging at the bar in our previous incarnation, the Hotel Earle while downing a pint (or two)?

Hey, we can dream, can’t we?



How much did you love the crackle of the lp in the audio?

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