I was fairly well fucking sick of this song before I heard this original. Now… over and over and over.

Weather permitting it’s another flight tomorrow, this time to God’s Waiting Room. Word is it’s also called Florida, but whatever.

Feelin’ some kinda way.

No, this has to be honest. The feeling is sadness. It’s not vague or unidentifiable. It’s sadness. There may not be an identifiable reason, but the emotion is what it is and shouldn’t be diminished by labeling it something else or not labeling it at all.

It’s the blues, simply stated. It’s the blues.

I’ve always had trouble admitting to sadness. Admissions of sadness were always met with derision and accusations of self-pity, despite that nobody could honestly say they were happy. The resulting frustration of not being allowed to address it as what it was led to anger, so everyone traipsed around angry.

Is anger a primary emotion or is it always a byproduct of a primary? That’s a question for another time.

Loneliness was also misnamed self-pity. Holy shit, we were a mess.

Talk about mining the 70s! It was a sad and lonely time, for me anyway. Now I might be moving into self-pity. That was a very long time ago. Stick to today.