100 Proof

I thought I heard you coming through the car radio, en route to nowhere that really much matters. Train Kept a Rollin’ and I didn’t change the station, even though I’d rather step in soft dog shit with bare feet than listen to Aerosmith. You’d always loved Aerosmith. Now I hate Aerosmith cos you don’t

Going to a Town-Rufus Wainwright

Wilco-Jesus, Etc.

Fibromyalgia: You Don’t Own Me

Despite the pain I live with every day, I often do forget that I’m not twenty anymore–until I hand down to my girl some vintage band tees too small for me now. Goodbye Fleetwood Mac tank top, and Rolling Stones long sleeved t-shirt. See you around, Abbey Road with the small hole in the armpit.

Highway Tune-Greta Van Fleet

Out of Frankenmuth, Michigan, these kids are fucking bananas.

Thompson Crowley

So, there is this really cool band I came across, and I like them so fucking much, I suggest you all check out the Thompson Crowley WordPress: https://thompsoncrowley.wordpress.com/

Iron and Wine: Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I love feeling sad to this song. Iron and Wine are fucking brilliant pricks.

What’s Up?: 4 Non Blondes

Tonight

And what does sadness bring, but a broken heart? A bit of perspective, lessons remembered, lessons learned, believe… Melancholy only lasts so long  

Today: Smashing Pumpkins