Everyone has left party central, and I’m cleaning up. Good night was had by all, I made some killer chicken cutlets and some fries for everyone at 1 as we started to run out of steam. Now I am going through itunes creating playlists for parties and for my ipad and iphone.
BTW- I’ve met more than a few people who absolutely hate the Doors with a passion I can not describe. They aren’t my favorite, but I like ’em. Morrison Hotel, the End, and the organ crescendo leading into a piercing scream at the beginning of “When the Music’s Over” on their Live Concert album (track 8, because I know it from memory because I started every undergrad late night party by playing it at ear-bleeding volumes) more than make up for any musical sins the band may have committed. But that is just how I roll, and I’ve been out of control for so long that I consider my 30 years of instability a form of rock solid stability.
You bitches know what you are getting. I’m stable as fuck. I’ve been crazy for several decades. Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.