In music, the Liberal Street Fighters enjoy themselves
I had a good day on Saturday.
It was a beautiful fall day, and I'd had my fill of "Fitzmas", of disappointment, of the howling void that is political discourse in this country right now. I'd had enough of blogging; reading and writing. I knew, like the sun rises and the moon sets, that the Bush Administration would nominate some troglodyte to the bench on Monday, and I knew that the poodle press would follow the new bright shiny ball, press releases fluttering out ahead of their cold-to-the-touch noses like that mechanical rabbit at a Greyhound track.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I ventured out to spend a bright sunny fall day wandering around Milwaukee after getting some long-neglected chores out of the way.
Oh, by the way, this is a record review, but bear with me, because it will take me a little while to get to it, but the music I picked up that day at Exclusive Company near Brady Street was chosen because of the day I had, and the way the world is going. Indulge me while I meander a bit.
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