Yikes! It's Friday the Thirteenth!
I wrote out a really nice piece today about The Beatles and the creative process and how the "Blurred Lines" legal ruling in favor of Marvin Gaye's estate was going to prove to be a bad thing for creativity (not that there is a whole lot of that these days in America) but then for some unfuckingknown reason my wireless connection crapped out and I lost the entire thing just as I finished it.
So...it's fucking Friday the 13th, heh? I believe it.
Have a nice weekend.
Buy some BOOK OF KILLS music and make me feel better. You'll feel better too. Even if you were already feeling pretty damned good.