Looking back at the playlist from last night’s episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank EAST, I sense an uneasy lament. Newspapers closing, friends aging, constant impatience and consternation about what awaits. And I’m not even thinking about the numerous passings venerated in this week’s RadiObituary.
Yet the silliness permeates each passing minute, a healing light in the darkness of a discomforting inquietude.
Or maybe I just played some heavy shit last night.