People, sometimes, even though they have to work the next day, stay up all hours watching television, watching movies, watching, watching, watching...and you all know a little drink, dope and pills make that way more fun. Next morning you do not want to be working near those fuckers.
Sonja and I we do not do that shit. Except for the drinking of course. What we do is stay up late listening to music. Last night we put on a four record compilation Warner Brothers put out in 1973 called Superstars of the '70s. Alice Cooper, Rolling Stones, The Doors, Joni Mitchell, The Faces, Black Sabbath - the usual rock 'n' roll suspects and many more besides. Plus loads of songs by people we did not much care for when Social Credit roamed our back woods and before Trudeau gave us all the finger: The Bee Gees, Carly Simon, America, James Taylor and Yes to name a few.
"Even the shitters sounded better than the crap on the radio today," was how Sonja summed it up as I secured the tone arm to its rest and dimmed the light of the warm amplifier and we wrapped the black as Tom Petty's black leather jacket night up with a front room kiss.
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