I think this song is very fitting for this time of year. Recently, every day feels like the movie Fargo only instead of being covered in pretty snow the Mississippi River does something to kill that hope of white covered front yards and snow days; we are left with another sloppy Midwestern day. "I wouldn't worry about today, tomorrow will just be the same." And that is exactly how January 22nd feels and it is the same as the 23rd, the 24th, and the 25th will feel. The days will feel long...they will feel cold...they will be unforgiving. But there is a little hope. The hope is two solid months away. Right now it looks like a little speck in the distance, but soon will look like green trees and pleasant morning temperatures. Just need to hold on for a little longer. As Uma Thurman so poignantly put it in Beautiful Girls "Pitchers and catchers report in two months, three weeks, and six days.."
Ce N'est Rien [mp3] Today
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