For reasons too complicated to explain, tonight I went out (!) and heard some bad poetry and worse music, including the absolute worst version of St. James Infirmary I ever heard, or could imagine, which earned decent applause. I AM ON THE WRONG PLANET.
Home, feeling much worse (re cold) than when I left, and if I relapse for bad poetry and worse music, I'll be pissed. I should know better.
Home, feeling much worse (re cold) than when I left, and if I relapse for bad poetry and worse music, I'll be pissed. I should know better.