Sunshine of your love

That's the song of the moment. God of six strings playing and I have a headache. I love listening to songs that blasts the little remnants of what I call my brain, when I have headache. It leaves me with dash eyes ( is there a better term, I mean like dash as in _ eyes, when your squirt your eyes to the extent when you can squirt no more) and most of the times the music takes care of the headache, giving me a headache more intense than the existing one. Between I was reading an article, where have all the rockers gone? Actually where have they gone? A good many are dead, the rest like prodigal sons returned to their flock. How boring is that, we need such entertainers, don't we? I wish someone could turn the wheels of time and eject me into the 60s. I  swear I would work my ass off ( I am a good girl, who doesn't believe in bedding to get me concert tickets)  to see LZD and The Doors. I would totally wear flowers in my hair, even when not going to San Francisco. I would be like a clerk in an office in the mornings and live a dubious night life at Sunset Strip. I would love going to Whiskey a go go...jeez how's that for inspiration. Someday....There's no fun in going now to SS. The music is long gone, the pubs of yesteryear thrive more on their legacy. Like TA and I were discussing do we have a  a band worth worshiping today? A band's music for whom you would lay your life for? An artist for whom you would take a bullet? Hell no! Someone came to my desk and disrupted my train of thought. I like that expression, train of thought, makes me feel very swell