Couple of gritty, gritty Tom Waits covers have got me actually falling in love with the manager who insisted upon putting the disc on. Pick it up. Very loud and pleasing thunderstorm outside. Clothes minimal, destination front lawn. So there I was, standing on the grass watching the steam off my body from the cold summer rain, and a priest walked by.
Midnight is where the day begins.
But feeling mighty alive , and I guess that's the main thing.