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I can’t use my car for awhile, I only like really old jazz, I’m broke, and I don’t think my phone works anymore but it’s all good ‘cause I’ve been blasting Tom Waits all bloody day and my neighbors probably hate me—more than usually.
I wish I watched TV because I might have seen this—gawd bless youtube:
It seems like he’s doing a White Stripes thing of playing part of one song, then another, and then back again. Speaking of which, the new White Stripes song sounds like four different songs.
I’m going to go make chili, make noise, and play with spray paint.