Slow Day

Many days the mojo doesn't show up for work, and I retread previous days' tunes. Many other days my soul simply can't be soothed by music - I abstain from music altogether those days. Today there was no soothing the soul, despite my best efforts. The drugs required to alleviate pain from a recent mishap are tamping down my ability to ecstasize. So I'm revisiting recent discoveries The Smith Westerns and Dominant Legs in the hope of revisiting what I felt yesterday. And that vibe, to my surprise, is partially still there. But on a normal day, music that moves you should completely transport you - take you out of your surroundings to the kind of fantasia heroin addicts describe.