Reflecting on the importance of November 11th, the anniversary of November 10th, and a 25 year old visit to the recording studio that prompted the telling of this story.
What looks like a cash grab, smells like a cash grab, plays like a cash grab, but isn't really grabbing you unless you're grabbing it?
Some contemplations on the stories of life after someone has "left the room".
"A moment of inspiration will far surpass spending six years on something." - Tom Waits
Contemplating the the inherent cheese in a love song and why it was always difficult for me to embrace the cheese.
Wow... I'm tired. Hope my rambling backgrounder on this song that I've come to love serves as a welcome mat for you to love it as well.
Just groovin' on the ups and downs of James Bond style over the past 49 years. All that and a little bit of Sex Mob to tide you over.
