I am having a deeply annoying and bitterly frustrating day, on a broad range of fronts. Phooey.
I am incredibly disturbed to note that, at age 43,:
- the voice in music that seems most to speak to me is Billy Bragg’s;
- becoming a curmudgeon seems like a good idea; and
- I’m seriously considering going back to vinyl.
Hmm. Time to get serious about planning my trip to New York. Yay. Oh, and I’ve got a damned catalog to do too. I keep forgetting. Must start.