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Every night, there's always some chick out there who'll yell, “We love you, Michael,” or “I love you, Boz,” and once in a while I'll get one of those too. But usually, with me, because of the “musicians' musician” thing and various other disqualifiers, it'll be some poor dude yelling “DONNNNALD” in a crazy, tortured voice.