I am in a very strange state of mind. I’m a little tired, a little down, and have the overwhelming urge to listen to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. I have almost all of their albums, with the exception of Live from the Middle East for some reason (If anybody has it, please send me a copy.), so it is not totally insane that I want to listen to them. Perhaps it is the fact that the days are beautiful and warm, but not hot, and there is a cool breeze blowing and all I want to do is soak up UV radiation and produce vitamin D, which helps your body absorb calcium, while cruising on my trike. Maybe I’m not awake enough yet. It is like a bad joke told by your creepy drunk uncle. “A hopeless romantic, a rude boy, and a scientist walk into a bar at 7am and the barkeep says “Sorry, there’s only enough coffee for one of you.” And the rude boy says…” It is all very surreal. I’ll write more later, when the elephants don’t look like Giacometti sculptures. ~SC