Four things to say: 1. My apologies for the paucity of posts these past few days. My wi-fi has a most unfortunate case of the hiccups. Alas, I shan’t complain. Such are the perils of more or less being Minnie the Moocher. 2. The girl whose wall adjoins mine probably hates me for two key reasons. One, I love my subwoofer. Two, I love to play the same songs over and over and over again. And I don’t just play the same songs on repeat, no. I do, but I have more fun with it. There are certain songs with certain portions – key changes, drum beats, crescendos, harmonies, etc. – that have to be heard again immediately. And if I’m dancing, which I usually am, I definitely need to hear it again because that was just quality. Basically what I’m saying is that a song that’s like 5 minutes and 13 seconds very well gets played for twice as long. Which leads me to tonight’s selection … 3. A new one from Slowhand, Love Don’t Love Nobody. Man, some people really do age well. This is a remake of an old song by The Spinners – a group I once considered was force fed to me as a child, but now I know far better. I’m still trying to figure out how best to describe his voice, but it just sounds so good. It reminds me of this old leather strap that one of my great uncles used to sharpen his razor blades – it’s terrifically worn, but still fine. It still serves its purpose well, and Clapton’s voice on this song serves up the finest of comforts. “It takes a fool to learn that love don’t love nobody.” The song is 7:13 long (or more like 16 minutes and counting …) and at 3:33 he lets out this ‘ey that sounds just like that old razor dragging its way up the strap. From that point on you just feel that love don’t love no one (especially at 4:23 when yet another agonizing ‘ey croaks its way across your heart). And of course, by 5:10 you get what every guitarman lives for – a nice little stretch of gee-tar wailin’ and this was mighty fine, especially when I play the original and realize that this is the part of the song where the lead singer talks like he’s talking to some woman and he interjects silence as if she’s sitting there nodding along. I hate that, and over the weekend that point was well made and it really is annoying. Either sing or talk, but no talking when singing would be best – it is a song, after all … I think that’s why I really hate that Jump, Little Children song, Habit. Anyways … 4. I hate cold medicine in syrup form. I will never stop hating it, I start gagging before I have a near-hernia trying to push down and twist off that stupid cap simultaneously. I hold my nose, pray to God to not let me spew it out, gulp and gulp and gulp some more, find the nearest non-alcoholic beverage to chase it down and then I sit like I’m sitting now, seriously feeling yakkish and wondering how happy I’d be if Willy Wonka made some cough syrup.