I suppose I shouldn't complain. There was a stretch this summer when I had forgotten rain. When the OK was more dried up than a joke about Joan Rivers' vajayjay. Anywho, now it won't stop raining. Rained all day Saturday. I actually had tickets to the OU/Idaho St. game, but pussied out. Neither wet t-shirt nor pancho is a good look for me. Instead, I let my parents purchase the game on Pay-Per-View and watched my mom down Keystone Light out of a pilsner glass. Surreal. It rained again all day Sunday. ALL DAY! I remember many rainy days in Mass, but here it seems to storm and be done with it, so this hovering rain put me in a mood. It also made my hair crazy. Like lion's mane crazy. Girlfriend needs a haircut, which costs $$... but this is about music.
Rainy days and mondays always get me down. Not really. Rain gives me an excuse to indulge my inner (and sometimes outer) sad bastard.
Billie Holiday
You Go To My Head
Air
Ce Matin La
Ella Fitzgerald
How Long Has This Been Going On
Edith Piaf
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Carla Bruni
Quelqu'un M'a Dit
Nina Simone
I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good
Astrud Gilberto
Corcovado
Otis Redding
My Lover's Prayer
Tom Waits
Ol' 55
Serge Gainsbourg
Les loups das la bergerie
Hope Sandoval
On the Low
Jeff Buckley
Everybody Here Wants You
Miles Davis
Freddie Freeloader
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