DROLL OF THE MONTH.

It’s…

Well, there’s clarinets and things and… hanky-pank piano… and things and trombones & such.

“Droll” is also a pretty good of a word. “Troll” is not. The context has been distorted by… well, trolls.

I’ve got it! It’s music!

Today I woke up before the alarm clock and I felt quite good & refreshed. After a nice cup of coffee or six, I rolled up my sleeves. The main goal of the morning was to do a little bit of tinkering with some sofware issues I’ve had. Easy-peasy. I’ll show ’em.

Time passed.

Approximately five hours and 27 computer restarts later, I gave up. Gone was the optimism of the morning, my blood pressure was up 275%. I was exhausted, sweaty and hungry. Plus, on my way to the bathroom, I stubbed my pinky toe to the door threshold.

The pain!

Fortunately I knew that there’s nothing a good stretching & a couple of sandwiches couldn’t heal. And an episode of a series I’m currently hooked on. Then I listened SUHMURA and what do you know, this blog was already crystal clear in my mind. That “music” there is in case you ever have similar moments I had today, and you’re completely out of sandwiches & streching.

For the sake of symmetry.

There’s two ways of describing TOUGH TO THE BRIM. (okok, there’s more, but today we’ll focus on just two of ’em)

The 1982 Way:

You may ask, what’s this tune about? Well, let me tell you buddy what the latest hit by The Fictional Band is not. It’s not some wussy stuff that you see topping the charts around the globe. “Tough to the Brim” is raw & real, it’s what rock ‘roll is all about, because rock is evil and it knows no boundaries. It renounces that pop and disco are dead. Good riddance!

The 2019 Way:

While listening to ‘Tough to the Brim’ you may encounter a feeling, have I heard this tune before? If you are unfortunate enough ever to tune in one of those “Classic Rock for Middle Aged People” playlists, you have undoubtedly heard a billion songs just like this one. Distorted guitars, check. “It’s only rock ‘n roll and I like it”, check. Sign of the horns, check. Yawn, double check.

Pick your poison.

Last november was the darkest month known to me, that I can remember. And by saying dark, I mean the lack of sunlight.

I just checked the facts and apparently by the 15th of november, in my city the Sun was up there for 3,9 hours.

Four hours of sunlight in two weeks!

Man that’s gloomy. No wonder that I made a tune called SUN DOGS in november.