When Adults Cry

I was just browsing along, minding my own cyber-business, when I checked a news website. Out of the blue I am bombarded with pictures of just born lion cubs. But these cubs are different...they're white. As I was looking at them, nostalgia lumped up in my throat, and I found myself humming an ancient but powerful butt-rock ballad. One that offers the pang of what could have, nay, should have been.

Six Organs of Admittance

I am a fan of fine guitar-based music. Hot, cold, covered in curry or salsa, baked, or fried, it matters very little to me. Just serve it up in a bounteous cornucopia so I may never be satiated.

Saint Cloud

Torn By Wolves (linked with a hearty thanks from thepunkguy.com)