Ladies and gentlemen, Boz Scaggs.
The ironing is delicious. Sample some here.
There is a small part of my brain that wishes it was at one with the cosmos like a Buddhist monk. Just a leaf on a stream, taking the rapids for what they are and appreciating the mere existence of the current itself. But I also like to chit-chat. Chatter involves exploration, dissection, and huge ladles of sarcasm to keep from going batshit crazy. I can appreciate being of one mind and I hope I get there one day. Right now, I still like getting dirty every now and then with thought and opinion.
It makes for a better show. Now, if I could just cut back on the casual swearing.