MMMorsels: Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves

I think too much. About most things, really. But mostly-right-at-this-moment I’m thinking too much about this blog. I am determined to enjoy this, not let myself turn it into something it’s not, just so I can feel superior for having ‘sacrificed’ myself for it’s well-being. At what point did all the things you love to do, turn into the things you have to finish?

You know, I should probably just send this to my therapist and save us both an hour this week.

ARTIST: The Good The Bad
TRACK: 026
SIDE DISH: Raw and Spicy Surf Rock for the Boozy Floozy in all of us. Their songs don’t have lyrics because, as they put it, “we couldn’t find [a singer] that would stand behind the drummer. But we don’t need a vocalist anyway. The music speaks for itself. We use the music so we don’t have to say I Love You.” Idealism is so charming when viewed with the hindsight of a hardened cynic.