Hello boys and girls - I have a naaasty cold. And given that I'm not an habitual drug user, I've found that there's nothing quite like pseudo-ephedrine to charge the senses. Hence the return.
I've rediscovered that "Stairway to Heaven" (the original of course, not the Andrew Denton album) is a surprisingly sweet song, despite it being reminiscent of a drug-fuddled but also somewhat innocent time. The 70s were creative (but fucked-up) and artists were pushing the boundaries of music and art. Major downside is that they were also destroying themselves. Case in point, Iggy Pop and David Bowie.
End. Of. Blog. For today.
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