Here we have some more blues music. Not that it falls into the genre of blues, obviously, but it can trigger the blues and is thus well suited for gray skies and lazy afternoons. These particular tracks are soft, slow, and altogether unoffensive to the aural palate. I don't know what has happened to me in my old age, but I'm all about easy listening. It creeps me out a little. Perhaps I don't have the mental energy to rock out anymore, or maybe I am just growing sentimental in my old age. Either way most of the angst of my younger years has cleared up along with my complexion, so I really have a minimal appetite for rockin rock music. I think the last rock song I purchased was Black Rain by Soundgarden last August. I will admit to my shame, however, that I do still pull out some of the occasional hippity hop that just may include some rap. Most of my friends and family are ready for me to grow out of that phase. I kind of am as well, but I'm still a sucker for dope beats, MC'd or otherwise.
ANYWAY- I have provided a spectacular yet dour picture for which to gaze upon as you sulk in these tunes. I love this photo because: it was obviously taken in flight, it looks like it could be Kansas, and this winter morning is just beautiful (look at all those frosted trees!)
BUT WAIT!
I don't want you to think that I mope around all day longing for the past just because I listen to mellow tunes. And you probably think, "this is the most depressing website in all of cyberspace, it always leaves me feeling like I'm in a Cymbalta commercial." To which I say fine, fine, I have included an alternative playlist of the funkier persuasion. Therefore, should you feel so inclined, you have my permission to pause the above video and play the one below. I can then assure you that within minutes you will be up dancing about your livingroom/bathroom/office or any other whereabouts you may be occupying.
- My complexion has cleared up also, though you don't find very many Mexicans dealing with bouts of acne or blemishes in general. Just do a Google image search of say, Enrique Iglesias. You won't find one pic that includes acne (or blemishes in general). However, the flip side of that peso is that when acne (or blem--you get the idea) does show up, man, look out! It means there was one serious breakdown at the hypodermic level which leads to all sorts of chaos. One whitehead results in a domino effect of sorts, which can lead to one looking like a brown leper to looking like a Caucasian which also leads to better chances finding a job.
- Thanks for the mellow tunes. Yet, take no shame in rap or hip hop. Listen on.
Ep- Waste of time? Hardly. I found this information most intriguing, and after having read it, I sat back and found myself stroking my facial hair contemplating the mysteries you disclosed. All the while, my children cried in hunger.
I loled at your cymbalta comparission,(and I can't spell it, I'm too tiRED) no joke... don't you wish youcuold go back to your angsty self and tell yourself to be nice to your sister and that someday you were going to marry someone a lot like her because she is AWESOME. ;)
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Dayen (my Kansas draw impersonation),
Couple items:
- My complexion has cleared up also, though you don't find very many Mexicans dealing with bouts of acne or blemishes in general. Just do a Google image search of say, Enrique Iglesias. You won't find one pic that includes acne (or blemishes in general). However, the flip side of that peso is that when acne (or blem--you get the idea) does show up, man, look out! It means there was one serious breakdown at the hypodermic level which leads to all sorts of chaos. One whitehead results in a domino effect of sorts, which can lead to one looking like a brown leper to looking like a Caucasian which also leads to better chances finding a job.
- Thanks for the mellow tunes. Yet, take no shame in rap or hip hop. Listen on.
Wow. I totally wasted your time.
Go feed your babies.
Ep
Ep- Waste of time? Hardly. I found this information most intriguing, and after having read it, I sat back and found myself stroking my facial hair contemplating the mysteries you disclosed. All the while, my children cried in hunger.
I loled at your cymbalta comparission,(and I can't spell it, I'm too tiRED) no joke... don't you wish youcuold go back to your angsty self and tell yourself to be nice to your sister and that someday you were going to marry someone a lot like her because she is AWESOME. ;)
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