Excuse My Allusions, Part One
*This is a tip o' the hat to my favorite (and only, that I know of) brother Jason. I like music, he loves it. 'Nuff said.I have spent the last few days listening to the music of my youth, more specifically, of my days in high school. I have not been doing this as a way of fondly looking back at days of yore and remembering the good old days (I was a total geek, the Apple IIe and sheets of dot-matrix printed BASIC code were my best friends). I have been listening much the same way one would look back at history to gain a greater understanding of where I was and how I came to be as a better way of looking at the future (my head hurts now). Who knew that hard rock and heavy metal could have caused such introspection? It is not, so much what lies in the lyric of the songs (Love is like a bomb, baby come and get it on/Living like a lover with a radar phone? Keats is super jealous) but the songs, as a whole, and the where I go upon hearing a certain song or band.
Moustachu
I know that it has been a long time since my last post and I agree that there may be no reason to return to it. But, what the hell, I am going to do it anyways. This time, I have made a pledge, nay, a deep heartfelt promise, to post at least once a week. Why, you may ask? You'll have to just accept the very parental answer of “because I said so”.
Rushin' For Breakfast
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