I looked in a mirror this morning. I am no longer that lanky young teen anxious to conquer the world but am instead the Metamucil blob of phlegm beaten into submission, almost, by an uncaring world. Don’t ask me when the world changed but it changed drastically and I have been spit out the other end, not all that changed mentally but a physical time bomb with littler and littler time available. So excuse me while I take a little tiptoe through the tulips, music-wise, in an effort to wrap up the year.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 