I wonder if he meant "Blue Sky Mine" and just got his Peter Garrett political missives mixed up.
Guy on the radio this morning dedicated Midnight Oil's "Beds Are Burning" to "all the hard working truckers out there"
Sir.
I do not believe you understand what that song is about.
When I was active in the music tagging standards community my main bugaboo was the "genre" tag. Music "genres" are subjective and arbitrary and useless for classification. Billboard realized this almost a century ago, the internet refuses to accept it.
I've been cleaning up my music collection recenty and today I found this sterling example of just how worthless "genre" is as a tag. Maybe this person was being funny, probably they weren't. Either way, this tag hilarious but utterly useless.
When you see them holding hands
They're making future plans
To engage in the activity.
Do you understand me?
Today's Clues By Sam is an evil earworm delivery mechanism.
#CluesBySam #WhereDidYouComeFrom #WhereDidYouGoYep. Sprite Chill is pretty great with a double shot of Pimms.
The giant slab of concrete in question. She is unimpressed and I don't understand why.
I found an abandoned airfield in the desert on the way to Twentynine Palms from Vegas on Google Maps and my wife is nowhere near as excited to see it as I am. Two hours extra driving time is a perfectly acceptible cost to get to see a giant slab of concrete in the middle of a desert.
I just read a Reddit thread on deafness that started with "Has anyone ever accused you of faking it?" Later in the thread the phrase "selective hearing" was used and yeah, I get it. Painfully, I get it.
The whole thread just hurt to read and now I'm both sad and angry at people in my past who've just been assholes about it.
Sprite Chill is kind of gross on its own but kind of fantastic with a shot of Hendricks.
Tomorrow I will see how it is with Pimms.
