this week I will dispel with the formalities and trick plays and get down to the brass tacks. spent the weekend on a Florida (Panama City) beach sipping belgian beer and mexican tequila—behold the clout of globalization. nothing like getting a little sand between the toes and in the shorts during a game beach volleyball to help align the spine. i know that all sounds a bit hippish, but ya can’t argue with science.

one complaint though: the criminal absence of some decent music in the tiki bars and beach clubs; there was mostly standard north Florida fare; in other words Bob Marley, Jimmy Buffet, hard rock cover bands, and God-awful techno/house. listening to crap music while staring out at the sugar–sand beaches and the gulf of mexico is a bit like purgatory, i.e. spiritual limbo. at any rate, if you ever find yourself in Dante’s first circle or in a tourist-trap game of limbo, request this song from Stax’s house band, 100% guaranteed to help you bend a bit lower or get you a little closer to heaven.

Booker T & the MGs-Soul Limbo