I was thinking about what I said this morning about my wife, and I keep thinking that's not really true. It seems too harsh. I mean it's not like she was oblivious to my well being or anything. I dunno, I guess somethings which are implied in real life, when you look at them on the page, take on a life of their own.
Or, I could be nuts.
Either way, better to cover your bases.
I love Cake .I love the quirky beats and combinations, the deadpan lyrics in John McCrea's baritone. Listening to Wheels from Pressure Chief, their latest album. Granted, Cake sounds like Cake, and just about everthing from them has that sound. You could walk down the street and hear it out of the door of some bar and say, yeah, that's Cake. Like a lot of good things, it works; it's best to not fuck with it.
You hear that Dave Matthews? Good, now put down the electric before you get flushed down the river with the rest of the shit on the tour bus.
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