CRAZY? Don't Mind If I Do! Due to my appendix going coo-coo bananas on me and some strange apendages strangling my lower intestine I spent a week inside my apartment without leaving (or drinking...or smoking...) after getting discharged...well, monday to saturday anyhow. Several of those days I couldn't stand up without help from my wonderful dickens fox-y wife. In case you are wondering what it feels like to have your pre-pooper operated on, it sucks. You shit your self pain free for three days, then you gain rectal control and the pain begins. I won't go into more detail that I already have...confessing to repeatedly shitting my self makes me laugh though, so there you have it. The point of this tasteful rant was not for sympathy, but more to set the stage for you, to give you a physio-insight to precurse the mental one. This time alone sitting made for a lot of i-tunes organizing. All I wanted to do was make sure when I hit the category "JAZZ" I'd get some Monk or Mingus...Well that did not happen. When I hit "Mingus" I get categories like "UNDEFINABLE" and "BOP-SPIRIT-ACID." I know, I know...If I had obtained these classics legitimately I wouldn't have this problem, but he who blah no blah among you blah the first blah. Seriously, the categories and comments some of you f*ers put on your songs are just stupid, and lets face it you f*ing hipster freaks, the only reason you put it there (and the only reason you're wearing that outfit, for that matter) is to achieve the status of acceptance from someone else you think would just love it if they saw how aloof and unconventional you were. So, on that note, let me say: I ACCEPT YOU, hell, if you're reading this I probably know you and love you. Do me a favor, If you have a jazz song in your library, just let it be jazz. I won't judge you, I'll thank you.
Here are three of the greatest songs in mu universe:
