On the Road Again
What is that noise?
What it is, is Mick belting “wild horses couldn’t drag me away” into my eardrums at a decibel level set to wake the dead. I bolt upright and my feet hit the floor. The musical equivalent of a cold shower. When it’s that loud, my feet are conditioned to hit the floor and ask questions later. So far the feet have done their job. The next job is to locate the volume button and kill it. The clock says 3:45. What kind of ungodly hour is this? (more…)