Erring on the tough guy side, much in the same way that most reasonable people ask for the bad news first, this song officially marks one month in my book.
It has long been one of my secret plans to end an ensemble type film with this song fading up as our cast of characters, that by this point have all proven themselves lovable in at least some kind of way, chat amongst themselves.
I played this song for other people earlier this afternoon and then had it played right back to me in an unrelated situation just moments ago. One could say I guess, that great minds simply know a jam when they hear one.
Theoretically, one down out of twelve really isn’t any less daunting than thirty one down out of three hundred and sixty five. But it does sound better that way.
And I, for one, see no reason not to go with it.
*Holy shit dude. I’m about to blow your whole mindhole. This is actually…….Song 32.
And that is why you save the good news for last.