Dissolute, in my experience, this faggy fog of the North. There was a day last week when the speakers in my Honda Accord floated away, as if there were a preset for the Sublime. Attempts at the Sublime, to be sure, are many.

There's the notion of all-autumn, Chaplin cane-twirling. Shakespearean side plotlines. ¡Three Amigos![1] And finally, the 1967 200A Wurlitzer electric piano. Ray Charles, and the luck of sadness and wit. That's me, baby.[2]

A novelty, always-John, Luck, the Canon.

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[1] John Landis, 1986.
[2] Ray Charles, improvised line in his version of "Wichita Lineman" (Love Country Style), 1970.