This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
The violets in my eyelids goin' red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep
-- Ryan Adams, "Nuclear", Demolition
My emotions are in limbo today. I don't have much to offer in terms of either news or overanalysis. A lot of mental energy is being used on figuring out what I'm going to say in therapy on Monday (be honest, but don't let the wounded side do the talking).
It's hot here. Hot enough that the National Weather Service has been using an orange -brown icon in its local forecasts. You can see a copy of the image adjacent to the lyrics above. I affectionately refer to it as the "thermonuclear blast".
It is on such a nuclear day that I happened to stumble across an article in the New York Times profiling the life and times of Ryan Adams... prolific, caustic, troubled, and perhaps rebounding.
But, man, are some of his songs real keepers! "Nuclear" may not be his most critically acclaimed work, but it does merit the distinction of having chased away the showtune earworm that has gummed up my mind the past couple of days. That has to count for a lot in these troubled times.
MUST... SELF... SOOTHE...
