I realize that the past three entries have been completely self-absorbed, personal, musical B.S., and I promise I'll get back to more important topics like Macroverses and ...beer, but first I feel the need to post one more melodic creation of mine. It seems my music has (thankfully) taken a bit of a new course since Songs For Ghosts, yet evidently I can't help but sing about a girl; although this girl didn't break me, rather, I broke her. As autumn wanes, the chill of winter rears a home-longing I didn't realize I had, possibly because I know this holiday season I won't be seeing my girl, "Miss Midwest". And while she can be a moody gal, she can also be summer sweet. Alas, from the Murph Studios (yes, I'll try to figure out how to decrease that hiss sound), I present my song for those that understand the love-hate relationship that is the inescapable gravity of their existence: home.
And while you listen in enjoyment, indifference, or disgust, I'll be basking in that ultraviolet Southern inferno known as San Diego, California. I realize that tens of thousands of neurosceintists in one place may not seem like much of a party, but it will at its least be a story -- one for The Astrosite, perhaps? ...sigh...the pun...
