Put expression in your eyes

React, respond, react all day long, and into the night, too. Click that, swipe here, peck and type and tell. It's no wonder all I want to do is push a needle and thread in and out of canvas. Those rote motions will make a picture, whereas my scroller finger scrolling daylong and thumb swiping "after hours" won't. It just won't.

Is a balanced diet possible? Maybe I need a restrictive diet.

Plant planting season can't come soon enough.

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Oh, balls. I said I would post every day and today has gotten away from me (and shhhh about Friday), with running and writing a review and rehearsals and eating (which means eleven-thousand hours of washing dishes).

I observed yesterday that I was going to become obsessed with Tattoo You, and that happened probably around 2:15 or so into this track.

Originally recorded around 1974-75 for Black and Blue, the song was scrapped when Mick Taylor bailed on the band, more or less. It was revived for the later album, but retained:

• Billy Preston on organ
• Sonny Rollins on saxophone
• Pete Townshend on backing vox

That's all I need, mate.  I like it when the Stones play funk (yes, I do).

Up and away

Refreshed, resolved resolve to post on this blog every day. It is a jukebox, after all.

This quote made me do it:

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
Aristotle

I can't guarantee excellence at every turn (again, a jukebox), but nothing's pulling the plug outta the socket on this machine.