I tell you, it's the perfect time to go back in. It sounds so good. Always a great moment, when music that didn't sound quite right for a while suddenly gets its luster back.
Spring of 1988, I'll come back and talk about you later, too. You blew my mind. And this was your soundtrack.
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I got the mashup version of this post in my RSS feed this morning, so I'll still be expecting you to explain to me why the version of the Walt Whitman poem matters. You know, some other day.
Damn RSS feeds! Let a girl change her mind a little. Christ. I'll have to remember that before I hit "publish".
And now it looks like I'm replying to nothing and am thus crazy. Double great.
THERE WAS A COMMENT HERE BEFORE.
Kris, you will testify, yes?
And now my last comment looks crazy.
This is like that time in college when I pulled all the red M & M's out of the bag so I could savor them last, but then I spaced out and put them back in the bag with the other M & M's. Later, when I went to show my roommate my deluxe bag of all-red M & M's, she looked in and saw the regular array, and felt concern for me.
I'll come back to the Whitman thing soon, lady, I promise.
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