I thought I’d get caught up by posting today about the election, the state-of-the-union address, gun control efforts, secret assassination of U.S. citizens by drone bombings, and the impending [re]failure of the financial system.
Psych – I was just fucking with ya!
It doesn’t matter what I think about those things -- you already think what you think about those things.
So I though today that I’d post about
man, who gives a shit. I guess I'll post about Henry Gross's song Shannon.
I listen to this occasionally.
It's really, really shitty.
I've come to like the music of the seventies; even the bad stuff. Because I'm old, and will die soon, and the music is the stuff of my youth.
But if I listen to shit like Shannon, or Chevy Van by Sammy Johns, or Lonely Boy by Andrew Gold, I will
die much sooner than I otherwise would.
Possibly by my own hand. . . .