This morning, around seven, I was thinking about a friend of mine, from Venice (no, she doesn't live by my dentist...).
And I was thinking about this.
Death Don't Have No Mercy (Live at the Fillmore West San Francisco, 1969) (2001 Remaster)
Well, anyway, soon they'll ban it. They'll say there's no doubt, it doesn't just make you want to, you need to smoke a joint while you listen to it... It's true. And it's not good. That's why it's beautiful.
I don't know, anyway, I'm going off on a tangent, maybe it's because I read about a pen pal of mine who's reading Vannacci's book. (What do I think of Vannacci? Well, that letters are important! YouTube video non trovatoa0rBFBEQkRo)

Who knows, it's me who's rambling... in the end, I think there's only one thing, and I know I've posted it a thousand times. But in my opinion, you hear it and you start to cry, without anyone seeing you...

Gram Parsons, "Return of the Grievous Angel"