That's the best bad mood unscrambler I currently know. I cannot overemphasize how much it might change your mirrors for the better, especially the louder played. Three more songs by suggestion below.
Twooter Protip: few people remember the great band Strangulated Beatoffs & those who never heard of them are hesitant to click on link to hear them. This is true: I think people hear there's a Strangulated Beatoffs song and go, Oh yeah, I remember the Strangulated Beatoffs, good to hear them again.
- Both Landru and Charlie requested the Zappa.
- A beautiful model of reason and freedom that had nothing to do with anything in the actual world.
- The president who cried Wolf.
- The pejorative use of dumping.
- Assuming the position.
- The Tea Party seen from a British leftist.
- It's about entitlement cuts. It's always been about entitlement cuts.
- War, not healthcare, justifies a shutdown.
- Police state.
- Two days late here, New Inquiry's Sunday Reads.
- New edition to Me & Mine.
- Snagglepuss, Serendipity, shrimp.
- Stevie Smith.
- Nine-Panel Yaak River Screen.
- Hagen's Nunsexmonkrock.
- Next two via Jim. I'd forgot Exploding Budgies, though I never knew them well,
AN INQUIRY INTO THE NATURE AND CAUSES OF THE WEALTH OF NATIONS
Simon Armitage
Compiling this landmark anthology of poetry in English
about dogs and musical instruments is like swimming through bricks.
To date, I have only, “On the Death of Mrs. McTuesday’s Pug,
Killed by a Falling Piano,” a somewhat obvious choice.
True, an Aeolian harp whispers alluringly
in the background of the anonymous sonnet, “The Huntsman’s
Hound,”
but beyond that — silence.
I should resist this degrading donkey-work in favor of my own
writing,
wherein contentment surely lies.
But A. Smith stares smugly from the reverse of the twenty pound
note,
and when my bank manager guffaws,
small particles of saliva stream like a meteor shower
through the infinity of dark space
between his world and mine.
