I worked a thirteen-hour work day today. The second half, cooking, was rough. I got by by drinking Marsala cooking wine and listening to Otis Redding's "Definitive Collection".
I believe I am being haunted by Otis' ghost. I hear him whispering in my ears, I see his big frame lurking under the glow of street lamps, and his words reach deep into parts of me that I didn't even know existed. Whether or not he wrote those Words is superfluous. He sang them, and that's enough for me. He brought the abstract to the concrete, pulled a little bit of the Spirit World into our own dismal plane, and gave those same Words infinite weight. Then, in 1967, he died in a plane crash in Wisconsin. So it goes.
I need to sleep more. I feel I am losing momentum.
Descendents - Everything Sucks
Dr. Octagon - Dr. Octagonecologyst
Otis Redding - The Definitive Collection
the Sidekicks - So Long, Soggy Dog
Uncle Tupelo - Anodyne
Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Everybody Knows This is Nowhere