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I<\/span>‘m not the first drunk to suggest that he drank not to forget but to not care. I found that the latter state was typically arrived at just before<\/span> the former.<\/p>\n I also found that, if you were careful, you could get into that state early in the evening and stay in it until, oh, sometime… <\/span>sometime when it just didn’t matter, anymore.<\/p>\n I found myself stymied by this song over the last few days. I’d recorded a version of it and started to put it up on the web… but as I listened to it, I realized it simply wasn’t up to the high standards of…<\/p>\n OK, no, seriously, even I<\/span> couldn’t browbeat myself into putting that version up. The next day, as much because I’d written down the song title in a draft of the day’s AYoS blog entry, I found myself both compelled and unable to finish the song. And move on.<\/p>\n But the song defied me. Hell, it laughed in my face. Late each night I tried again to get an acceptable version. It became, you know, a thing.<\/span><\/p>\n I finally turned the song inside out and stripped out the familiar blues elements and repetitions.<\/p>\n I suppose I ought to have a periodic disclaimer that stipulates that I’m painfully aware of how far from pitch my singing typically is. I like to think of it as… uh… expressive.<\/p>\n\n