Busy preparing for the move to the Kyo. To get the blood pumping, I rented the first 6 albums by Iron Maiden. In the late 70s, early 80s I loved hard rock'n'roll, before it all turned to hairspray and MTV pouts. I eventually moved on to punk. I haven't heard Maiden in over twenty years but I still remember every riff and most of the lyrics. (Can't recall much calculus though, and the periodic table looks like alphabet soup to me.) Today I've been beating my forehead bloody on cardboard boxes, washed off by a flood of tears over cutting off my long locks.
On the turntable: Wyld Stalyns, "Live in San Dimas"
On the nighttable: Irvine Welsh, "Ecstasy"
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