...Hey there, MOG, what's cracka-lackin'? Last Friday I hooked up with the Wilson Brothers and had a great old time talking music, etc but I've yet to get to transcribing it because I picked up a freelance gig on the fly on the way home..for the past few days, I've been up to my arse in alligators while working on some editing shit...lots of charts, legalese and industry-specific jargon that took some getting used to...I looked up about an hour ago and saw the sun shining brightly and instantly thought "FUCK THIS SHIT"...cut to now, I'm sitting outside chillaxin' with a brew and catching up on my emails; messages that have piled up since I sank into what I sometimes call "the cave" (which a lot of writers tend to do) but that shit ain't healthy, so I thought I'd check on MOG and see what kinda trouble you guys are getting into..I'll be chillin' like Bob Dylan for another couple of hours, checking out some of my faves and creating a couple more "stove pipe posts" before I go and get back into that adobe/ Excel purgatory-- as St. Zappa woulda said: I'm only in it for the money...I was feelin' kinda like Luke's character Mitch in the film Old School and realized it was time to take a little breather for #1, hence the oat sodas...heed the message in the title, never forget to treat yourself...I think the Stones put it best on this cut, from back when their tunes were still poppin'...
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