Love Is...


...Better than a Warm Trombone. The most consistently awesome song from Gomez's "Bring it On." The title alone is enough to make you pant. The intro is subtly foot-stomping. It sneaks right under your skin into the sweetest places. The guitar riffs slide just so. I love this song.


"Miss I ought to apologize, I've been falling, I'm falling down."

It is your getting dressed for a Saturday night song. It is your late night writing track. It is your too-many-drugs-in-one-night day after song. It is your love song. It makes "warm trombone" sound like the sexiest phrase ever uttered. This song is near orgasmic every damn time I hear it. Amen.

Dear Mr. Vonnegut


"If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:

THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC"
- Kurt Vonnegut, "A Man Without a Country," p. 66


Dear Mr. Vonnegut,

Here's hoping you were right about time, music, kindness and the like. I suspect you were, one way or another.

Hi Ho,
j.