Painting Over the Ugly Parts
π΅ "I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind
But I will shy away from the specifics." πΆ
There's an old song most people hated.
It was a guy speaking over a nice beat.
A commencement speech.
Just talking.
Giving advice.
And there's a line in it about living in New York City once, but leaving it before you it makes you hard.
And to live in Northern California once but leave before it makes you soft.
And it follows another bit of advice I remember:
New Yorkers are not nice, but they are kind.
Californians are nice, but they are not kind.
These are harsh generalizations, but that's what old(ish) people do.
Makes things easier to process.
Digest.
You might call it prejudice, they call it experience.
I call it wisdom.
Or, wissmart.
Tee hee.
That's never going to catch on.
Hrmph.
Man, the right song can make a sad man happy.
And a happy one sad.
Ain't that something?
This time machine, man.
It runs on sound waves.
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I made a mix.
Check this out.
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