I don't know but I might

Yet another spectacular day. Left the house at 8:25 or so and it was already 65 degrees. Love that shiz. I'm not really feelin' this whole work thing.

After several abortive attempts, I finally got some laundry done last night. Neglected the reviewing though. I did end up sort of writing a song, or at least part of a song, with lyrics 'n' everything. I tape recorded the guitar part, played it back, and then sang over that. I suppose I could get off my ass and four track it, but ehhh...I'm not sure how much I like the guitar part. It's too simple. E-G-F# for most of it. There's a lot to be said for three chord songs, though. Ah, fuck it. Who cares. As long as it sounds good, right? And who knows if this will sound good? My singing voice leaves a lot to be desired. It tends to jump from a Calvin Johnson-esque baritone to some sort of high tenor squawk.

Hell, some of the greatest singers ever couldn't 'sing'.

OK. Back to work.

MMW & Me (or, Ed Goes On A Tangent)

Medeski Martin & Wood are not a hippie band. I always thought that they were too weird for Phisheads to get into, what with all their free jazz leanings (when they aren't playing ass-shakin music)...but I guess not. That, and Dateline NBC uses their music in bumpers for stories. What the hell...

I will never get high and listen to this band. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

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To hell with superfluous staples!

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Hey, everybody say hi to Jacques, who left us many months ago, his journal never to be seen again...I guess he decided to grace us with his presence one more time :)

I'm assuming that this is the same Jacques from TN; I haven't checked the journal yet. If this is a different person, then slap me silly and call me Mabel.

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I cannot wait to get the hell out of here (work). 20 minutes. Ack.

I got bidness to attend to.