Reading Throwing out the baby and keeping the bathwater at Thought Mesh reminded me of a blues song I wrote in the 70's called Wellesley which chronicles the drunken debauchery of those around me (Note that it's not about me; it's about a frat brother). I didn't actually get around to recording the song till much later, but it still captures the essence of some behaviors from thirty years ago. This song is actually a man-bites-dog story in that, unusually and surprisingly, the drunken encounter didn't actually end with sex.
The amazing thing about being alive a long time is that you see that human nature and behavior changes very, very, very slowly, if at all.
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Hey, where is everybody?
I've been outta town. Now, I'm swamped. I hope to be back in action soon. Till then, carry on!
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