I cannot think of a single thing to write about. My mind has not been this big of a blank in a long time. Maybe it is frazzled. I have been giving my fabled “Prostitution in the American West” lecture this week, and the effort has drained me. I am also hungry. That could be a big part of it. On second thought, I think it is the prostitutes.
Let us go ahead study the craziness that is my iPod.
“Rollin’ Stone” by Muddy Waters
“Mr. Tambourine Man” by The Byrds
“In Bloom” by Nirvana
“Bring Your Love to Me” by Hubert Sumlin
“That Lady” by The Isley Brothers
“Train, Train” by Blackfoot
“OK, So What?” by Freddie North
“Nice ‘n Easy” by Frank Sinatra
“Satan is Her Name” by Steve King
“The Look of Love” by Isaac Hayes
“If Anyone Falls” by Stevie Nicks
“Your Love is Amazing” by Robert Ward
“Back Home Again” by John Denver
“America” by Neil Diamond
“Don’t Forget That You’re My Baby” by The Spidells
“Truck Drivin’ Queen” by Moore and Napier
“With a Little Help From My Friends” by The Beatles
“Got Me Under Pressure” by ZZ Top
“(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais” by The Clash
“How Long” by Ace
Now, I am off to get some food and get some sleep.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 