I Prefer Not To.

Lots of huffing & puffing this a.m. post-Super-Tuesday. If you follow politics, a momentous day. The hurly-burly of competing thoughts and opinions swirling around this morning. Maybe best to just take it in. Reflect. Refrain from commenting, or wielding an opinion.

I am sure it will all work out. Maybe not for the best, but it will work out, right? I hope for a better day. But who knows, I mean, where is it all going? Beats me.

People live, people die. The planet spins, time (it's not an illusion, right?!) moves on, the Universe is expanding...

The a.m. soundtrack - Mercury Rev's "Deserter's Songs."  (1998). A dream. A fever dream. Dreamy. This record seems like the lost record from another trippy band, The Flaming Lips. Rev's frontman was originally in the Lips and Dave Fridmann the Producer is also a longtime Producer and collaborator with the Flaming Lips. Jonathan Donahue Rev's lead singer/songwriter sounds like Wayne Coyne to me, the same high-register, shaky & fragile voice. Still, Lips or no Lips, this is a fabulous record. The use of horns is unique. A strange dream record. Dreamy. Trippy. A recording mastered to 35mm magnetic film. Weird. Cinematic. It's a cool dream.