How did ancestors live, work without David Bowie, other essentials?
It occurred to me a few nights ago that music, like some sort of clever parasite, has taken over my life. As usual, I was fixated in front of my computer with a lot of work to do and not enough time to do it all, which, in my case, makes starting almost impossible. I told myself I'd begin as soon as Charlie Parker put down his saxophone. That recording ended and I was just about ready, but naturally I needed a new album to play while working.