A night that turned from a song I wanted to hear, to songs I'd never heard, to reminiscences about late nights gone by and late nights to come.
When idea becomes ramble becomes rant in an impromptu, invective-laced fashion.
Some disparaging recollections of planks gone by leads to frustration at the failures of contemporary creativity.
I also dug the image of the pin saying "Poverty is a Weapon of Mass Destruction". It reminded me of my favourite song by Faithless.
I wasn't planning on going there... but aw hell, I sure ended up in a new personal ring.
An, admittedly, mostly incoherent ramble about the state of a more diversely informed population and the growing propensity to take it to the streets.