Two Tramps In Mud Time

Ramblin' Man....  Happy Birthday.Listening to music makes me happy in some ways. Look, here I am listening to ... .. . good lord: Bauhaus of all things.... and I'm not in a bad mood. I actually remember Seattle '99, a studio with 5 friends. One of whom, Tom (mother' stills owes me for the phone bill) shooting coke and listening to this proto-industrial rumble. Good Times. If music was invented today they'd make it illegal. Music is an altered state in the same way that a deep conversation is mind fuck. I hear the Special's "Ghost Town" and I remember that roadtrip where I totally faked fanhood cause I hoped to get laid.How much of my current list is based off that premise? Shit, I may not be the best with the ladies, but all of them have turned me on to music which is in-arguably essential. The Pixies, The Talking Heads, Paul Oakenfold, Neutral Milk Hotel .. . I should make a list of the the sounds I got turned on to and who did it too me. Honestly, it would be a mixed bag, I should shelve that for a bit I gu