February. Who needs it?
You got Valentine's Day to make you feel like you're a loser in love (or a lame shopper), a catchall Day for Presidents and, lest we forget, a day set aside for a pampered rodent to tell you it's winter and likely to stay that way (though old Phil might have good news tomorrow).
Rabbit, rabbit, white rabbit indeed. Barely worth jumping off the end of the bed.
'Round here it's been quite Februaryesque. Funeral on Monday, money grumbles, rain.
Perfect time for a nice, dark song.
This is one I just kind of threw together to demo for a co-writer. He tossed it back, saying, "The writing's done. It's good. Cut it."
Easier said than done, but with the help of some friends, I've got a reasonable facsimile together. Add some noir footage shot around town and found on the internets and, voila, a February video.
Hope you enjoy, and that this month surprises by being the best February ever.
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