One Develops Opinions While Sitting Around Deciding Whether to Polish off the Jameson

One decides, ultimately, no, not to drink, because one doesn’t want to be hung over nor to have thinned her blood too much before the medical crap starts next week.

But one also decides that Tennessee Pusher is startlingly bad, containing, as it does, only two and a half good songs. I went out back to hear how much of the concert I could hear, but sadly not much.