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May is the unofficial start of the summer music season. Not that folks in the biz really care about such things any more.
There used to be songs of summer, back when the boys of summer actually mattered to most folks. Now people can't be bothered to spend three hours bullshitting while a baseball game rolls by, and fewer and fewer folks hunt out the hooks that define a season.
Oh well. Republicans may still believe that tax cuts will cure all ills, but times change nonetheless. I guess I should embrace the faceless future and get on with my life.
Or not.
stay amused,
Jon |
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