Digging out from all of the crap Wife and I have accumulated in our lives, both separately and together, I realize:
God, I don't want to be like these people. And I'm a hoarder at heart. Obsessively? Compulsively? My amateur diagnosis says "yes."
However, I did find one thing that was worth keeping all of these years. In one of the myriad notebooks of lyrics, bad poetry and other written detritus that I still can't bear to part with, I found scribbled on a page - and Captain, give me a shout if you remember this one:
Fresh Moog Sound
What does it mean? Fuck if I know.
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Now playing: Grandaddy - Miner at the Dial-A-View
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