Spring has sprung and my emotional condition is on life's Tilt-A-Whirl. Again. My grasp on life is tenuous on a good day. Sadness brings songs and the joint is overflowing. This time around there seems to be a healthier mix of joy in the pudding.
Most folks don't take novelty songs seriously enough. I would love to sit with the Dalai Lama and listen to the Okeh Laughing record. Or this.