A self-indulgent ramble about things I can't talk about and details not to be mentioned, but with a framework reworked from perspectives aplenty to hopefully refine some semblance of sanity.
I got happier as the recording went on. I guess I just felt a need to get a grin on.
Upon hearing another singer, who everyone holds in nostalgic reverie, has died, can we start celebrating the living, new, thriving creativity of today?
"We want to be recognized, yes, but not with a glowing epitaph on our tombstone..." - César Chávez
Okay, I'm back to some music, but it was on my mind. This time a bit of deconstruction of rock music and hoping that you'll get the Würm.
Started with nary a thought and, by the end, perhaps many of you will think I didn't finish with one either.
I think I went from The Simpsons to Stanley Kubrick to Soundtracks to the Rheostatics, but I could be wrong.
Had a point. Rambled a bit. Took a while getting to it. Got to it. I think. Made an awkward exit.