Sigh, Mary Tyler Moore. One of the greats gone. She was a huge inspiration to me. She will be missed.
For those of you who camp out in front of the computer, waiting for me to drop my latest track, my apologies for posting at 1130 last night. I felt bad, showing up late to my own party. Then I thought. Why do I worry? I worry about so. many. things–all the damn time. The blog should not be one of them. It’s not like my boss is going to burst in and give me grief about deadlines. As far as the blog goes, I am my own boss.
“Oh Lou, you lovable old curmudgeon, you can’t rush the creative process, now get the fuck out of my office before I scald you with hot coffee.”
Then I’d toss my hat up into the air, just to let him know that I mean business.
Can I just say, according to the highlights of my youth, there was nothing better…
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