This entry is actually about songwriting, but some guy just said that on TV, and I was looking for a title.
I messed up one tune, and then I collapsed like a house of cards.
A weekend in Chicagoland.
The man is moving on.
It took me this long to realize that this season’s Sopranos opens with FBI dude quoting the P.T. Barnum line “No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.”
(Actually, maybe it was: ‘Remember me? I’m the world coming out your baby’s eyes.’ Or: ‘I’m the world coming at you, baby, live.’ Still mondegreens, though, I’m sure.)
A friend of mine’s en route to Iraq.
Everybody new to the blog, these are all pix of Asmara, capital of Eritrea, where I spent a few weeks this winter.
Having been exposed to Knapsack Pete McNeal’s espresso gourmandizing, my coffee habit grows ever more advanced.
Bad Mike. No donut.