These days are getting me down...

and that aint bad.

I feel my inner goth rising. I mean what with halloween and all, the gloom is just causing it to claw at the walls. Must... repress.. need.. for... The Smiths....

Actually, being fall and all - my musical tendencies turn towards vintage stuff. I start my day highly motivated with alot of big band music - end it with some downtime jazz.

If your astute - you've caught the allusion to my musical tastes in the main page over at F'gotten-Roanoke.

I ran to Kroger the other night, and even though its mere feet away from the temporary HQ of F-R, I till popped in Benny Goodman's Swing Swing Swing.. then it was on...

I have strange dreams - dreams of bombing down say.. Williamson, circa 1951, in a '51 Chevy Styleline Deluxe.. AM radio squalking away with the sounds of Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, Les Brown and his Band Renown. Hanging the back end of the car on a turn, powergliding a sharp right and skidding into the parking spot for another night out in Roanoke.
Of course, that used to be NYC, but I think even back then, traffic was too horrible to try it.

I was goth, and Im not ashamed to admit it. But I was goth before it became a topic of constant conversation on Maury. And like any good goth, I never lost my sense of humor. But the style of the 40's always called to me, from the time I was young and spent hours listening to the music, then as I got older - actually knowing the different artists names, and some of the storys behind the songs. I never could swing dance, but a guy 6'3" (formerly - Im shrinking in my old age) and north of 225lbs. probably shouldn't as a saftey issue.

Well, not much of a posting today, but hell - its such a nice day outside I think I'll go mope around a graveyard.. if the hepcat in me will allow it.