Good morning, January’s almost over. Who’s ready to spend hours of unpaid labor to ensure they’re complying with a mountain of “laws” written by oligarchs with no input from those held captive to this pile of bullshit, all to take fake money out of circulation to act as the only brake on runaway inflation from the degenerates doing all the printing?
This makes more sense to, a simple man with no schemes to control others or cheat my way to wealth.
Good morning, you tastefully-potted petunias. Welcome to your weekly does of whatever musical notions have struck my fancy over the last week. Ready to listen to some stuff? Ready to skip straight to the comments and start talking about something completely unrelated? Either way works for me.
Good morning, and welcome to today’s edition of Hunky Hump Day.
First, the song of the day. Mr. RFH played this for me last week, but it might be a repeat here.
Happy Sunday, you carefully-tended gardens of the most fragrant herbs, welcome to The Hostages, which is inexplicably the host site of a weekly feature about pretentious classical music. I’m your host Sobek, and I sometimes write stuff about songs. Let’s start with It’s Saturday, by King Missile, which is cool not only because of a butt-kicking drum solo, but because the lyrics are wonderful. “I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like.” Truth.