Teach me to be bad.

I'm no audiophile. I don't have the best stereo... admittedly I use broken headphones most of the time. I don't have a generally appreciated taste in music. My car stereo becomes a battle ground if I am not driving alone. Often resulting in conversation... or NPR quietly playing.

But its the weekend, and with the weekend comes one of my more favorite ways to spend a night. Drinking quietly and previewing hours of music on Itunes. Occasionally resulting in a Red Hot Chili Peppers greatest hits album or something obscure that sometimes I even question the purchase of.

It is an amazing night out tonight, I am finally getting some serious use out of the patio furniture that has spent more time under the rain than my ass. 20 oz. Into a 22 oz. Bottle of Scrumpy's cider I am listening to some free shit that Itunes and Starbucks put out. A soundtrack for the summer is what they called it. Its possible they anticipate a high suicide rate this summer? I feel like I am on the set of an Old Navy commercial.

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The breeze is coming in now. The music has been changed. Thea Gilmore is saving me from a Starbucks summer. Although she has a folk sound, almost Appalachian in style. Singer/songwriter stuff always sounds a little melancholy, yet I don't feel like slamming my palms into the sides of my head when I am listening to this kind of thing. She is worthwhile, try “teach me to be bad”. For some reason it makes me think of the theme song to True Blood.

I did say I enjoy the quiet these nights, and that includes my thoughts. So its time for A Langlois Man to finish this post and do what he came here to do.

G'night