i'm getting sound sleep for the first time in, well, ever, thanks to Dr. Feelgood. and in getting into a routine, i've decided to start using an alarm clock, which i haven't done since high school. yesterday, i had it set to buzzer. this morning, i was already half awake when 6:45 came around. the alarm made a weird clicking noise, then i heard the familiar starting spin of a cd. (you kids remember cds, right? they're what we used to listen to before mp3s.) and then, i heard the heralding trumpets that open "Christopher Tracy's Parade." in all the years since 1986, i don't think i ever noticed what a great wake up song that is.
so the story ends with me laying in bed for the duration of the "Parade" album, drifting in and out of sleep, thinking that Prince should spend his time worrying about re-mastering his records, not suing fans. and then he should call Pete Wentz and get some tips on marketing, mentoring and breaking new bands, and how to treat the people who love you, even when you act like the spoiled child u r.
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