Two Tramps In Mud Time

What does it mean that in the weeks leading up to this that I fell into a deep attraction for the heavy ridden droned out sounds of the modern psychedelics? A faint whiff of better times and stronger hallucinogens - an escapist temptation edging in on the clean cut work a day world I've been consumed by? Maybe or maybe not. Maybe "Junkies Runnin Dry" would have been a better track to open with. But no matter (and no drugs) I open with my neighbors whom are recorded here as the We Three Queens in a recording booth in Indonesia - ahh they are the best neighbors really. And a damn better way to open this than OpIvy (no disrespect, mon amor) - you know how it is. As for the rest of these tracks and the rest of my life - a well here I admit that this is a monthly diary and the music is the food I feed on to live through it. Heavy times means heavy music, and so: Dad had surgery - he made it and is in better shape, though I haven't talked to him. My mom had one surgery for her leg and is getting the cancerous ki