Ain’t it funny how you get all excited about stuff and then the initial buzz wears off and suddenly theres a bit of pressure to bring back that honeymoon zing?
And theres all this performance anxiety and your boss is hassling you to get shit done, plus theres laundry to do and people you’ve not seen for ages who want to hook up. Not to mention me time… when oh when will I get some me time, and won’t someone think of the children but still… as any good trainer will tell you you’ve got to work on those ‘lats.
And the funny thing is, that it was playing back that dope jay dee fourtet joint from last week and it plum made me remember why i wanted to do this in the first place.
So without further ado, here is my unashamed daily bread, I lost my appetite for a while back there but damn, Luther if you don’t make my tummy grumble and you can blame who ever you want. I’d be inclined to hit on Theo Parrish mostly because I caught this in the middle of a delicious hour and a half mix which was keeping me company while I was shopping but crumbs, this has to be one of the most perfect slices of pop the eighties threw up.
I don’t know why that makes me grin but it does.