Blue skies, smiling at me

The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean, wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby.

And so it was the other day when I realised that Spring had finally arrived and I thought of Fitzgerald’s ethereal description. All around me, the flora was exploding in a myriad of colours and petals, the sky was perfectly azure, the sun was warming after a long, cold winter, and I felt very content.

Then my brain started going silly. Verses of Blue Skies gave way to Machine Gun Fellatio’s Rollercoaster: Cruise around town with the windows down, Shakin’ all ’round to the stereo sound, Cruise around town with the windows down, Shakin’ all up to the summertime sound — and I wanted to go for a long, long drive underneath the endless blue canopy, shakin’ all ’round and crusin’ around town with the windows down. That, for me, is freedom. Oh yeah. They see me rollin’, they hatin’.

So then I wondered about giving away my studies and becoming a taxi driver. And why not? I’ve mastered the immortal lines: “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK. “

And you know what else, I asked myself excitedly, I’d get to live out the scene on my favourite coffee mug:

Thus endeth the nice Spring moment.

It’s Fridee!

And I’m high as a kite on pseudoephedrine, owing to this stupid flu. But that hasn’t stopped me from getting into the whole TGIF or TFIF mood. So, time for some muuuuuuuuuuuuuusic! (Told you I’m high)

And an oldie-ish but a goodie!

Have a fabbo weekend!