If you can’t hit a note, at least scare it as you go by
So glad to be back in Boulder. Really. I’ve been working on Pearl St. for 3 days now, and I’ve already seen a hairy-mountain-man-looking bum pass out in front of a fancy perfume store (hopefully he wasn’t drinking the perfume), and then get hauled away in an ambulance after a bicycle cop found him. And I saw all of this from the comfort of my office window.
And yesterday, I got to sit through a free two hour concert from a lovely female street performer. She sang everything from Alice in Chains to Johnny Cash to REM. At least that’s what I’d derived from the lyrics… every one of the dozens of songs she sang sounded exactly the same. Droning, slow, and very off-key.
