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Southpaw Jones presents
Is This Interesting?
Thoughts/feelings that just might not matter:

I had a dream last night that iTunes charged me $34.00 for a song. Man, was I steamed! Sometimes it’s good to wake up. Did you know you can buy 42 original Southpaw Jones songs on iTunes? Zune, shmune.

Before I left work yesterday, I found a link that shows one’s estimated economic position in the world. I’ll be honest with you, folks, I don’t even make $30,000 a year, but I am in the top 7.74%. In other worlds, one of the wealthiest people in the universe. What a revelation! That means that 92.26% of everyone, everywhere is poorer than me. It’s a head-scratcher and a heart-thumper. Some inevitable questions:

How was I born into this?
Do I deserve this?
Can I ever complain about money again?
Can I expect people to take me seriously as a folksinger?
Should I celebrate?
Should I mourn?
Should I spend, save, or give?

Well, I did what I always do when I’m shocked, confused, and rich: I went to Target. I spent 97 bucks at Target. It was a whole new experience, I must say. I guess that’s the first step after realizing you are incredibly blessed: Enjoy it, and do a little splurging. Of course splurging meant milk, work pants, and much-needed shoes, but let me have my fantasy and verbiage.

These new shoes will replace my old, old Vans. I’ve had them since at least the summer of 2001, because that’s when I visited New York City for a day…

FLASHBACK!

I met a great songwriter named Gregg Cagno in the California desert, and he invited me to play the Black Potato Festival in New Jersey. I stayed with his then girlfriend in Hoboken, and I had a day to visit The Big City. I took a train, I took a subway, and it all went pretty smooth. I met up with my friend from Nashville, Mark Aaron James, and spent the afternoon running errands with him.

At one stop, we ran up to a studio to pick up some mixes he had been working on. There was an engineer and a big dog hanging out up there, and I was just being a casual observer like I do. As we started to leave, I reached into my pocket to check the time. My watch had a broken strap, you see, and I was years from making the cell phone leap. Well, the dog must have thought it was a treat, and when I put it back in my pocket, he must have thought I was teasing him. He abruptly growled and bit down on my right foot. No harm done, no blood drawn, but a memorable tale of how The City can literally eat you alive if you’re not careful.

I have had a decent hole in that right shoe of my pair of Vans for over five years, and now they sit waiting for their trip to the trash. Perhaps I’ll get my butler to throw them out for me.

Southpaw Jones presents
Lazy Links
Something way more entertaining that I can offer:

Here’s the Global Rich List, so you can look your own self up. How does that information make you feel? Leave a comment!

Spike Gillespie presents
Spaiku!
A look at her world / seventeen syllables and / three lines at a time:

bubbles missed me so
much that her poop was runny
and also bloody

Southpaw Jones presents
Online Museum of the Week
MEN’S ADVENTURE MAGAZINE COVERS:

July 1963, MEN TODAY

Tom Lamb presents
Steely Dan’s Finest Works
The top ten songs in no particular order:
Peg - “It’s your favorite foreign movie”… WTF… huge chorus, huge harmony. Lots of Michael MacDonald.

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