Friday Night Eartaste Boil

Usually around here it’s the Friday Night Fish Fry Dance, but it rained here for 47 days in a row, and today, although beautiful, it was 96 degrees outside. Mix all that water with all that heat and you boil, you don’t fry. I’m not complaining. At least I won’t have to try to find a sauna bath. Plus, I’m hoping that some of this sweat pouring off of me will equal a few pounds. Anyway, it’s too hate to dance. So, even though it’s Friday, I’ll be writing about music to listen to this week.