Love, Murder, and In Between

At left, a juke box. The one I used to put coins into lived at the Sandbar in Lawrence, Kansas. "Washed up on the Sandbar."

Well, the one I really liked was at The Hawk, but that was too long ago to even dredge into active memory.

I'm collecting songs. Those I'm collecting are really in line with the theme of this blog: deception, murder, infidelity, godlessness.

Suicide Blond? The INXS version, in.

St. James Infirmary?  Wow, so many to love. Billie and Ella both have great versions. I'm going with a raucous cut from The Devil Makes Three.

Little Lies? Fleetwood Mac, in.

Personal Jesus? Oh, yea. Depeche Mode.

You get the idea.

One of these days I'll have a little gathering and I'll want some background. These will do nicely.

Why would I have a gathering? I'd have something to promote. One can dream.

Sound tracks for your big launch party. Your friends will come to one, anyway. It's something to think about.

Now, writing. You too.