Closing

So, officially, Lethargy in Motion is all mine again. It always was, but now it's like prior to class. It's almost an unsettling feeling. What can I possibly write about? Well, after some thought, nothing will really change. I'll pick up a book independently and the same urge to question it, complain or rave about it, all those impulses will be present, and so, it's only right to have this blog here for my disposal. And disposal's a good word considering it's mostly garbage. Nonetheless, this blog will be updated just as much as it was during the semester and the summer preceding. I have a lot of nonsense waiting to be deemed important.

In other news: Exile on Main Street finally hit me. And it hit me hard.  The way this album flows, it's so smooth yet so damn sloppy.  It is pure rock n' roll and blues and just explodes with genuine character.  Jagger is swagger personified and lyrically you get a full dose of attitude.  Granted, I was on the F train stoned, night falling, drizzle speckling the windows, and anything nice under the dimming sky would have wondered me and put me in awe while I struggled to finish a Sudoku puzzle.  But in any setting this album would be more than sufficient.  This album goes by like the train itself:  rattling, slowing, speeding up, the occasional brass instrument in the background, the drugs - a bonafide subway album.  Songs like "Rocks Off," "Tumbling Dice," "Sweet Virginia," and "Ventilator Blues" all add to the grittiness while "Shine a Light," (never understood why this wasn't the closer) has you finding yourself in a ballad-like, organ drenched song, powerful and equipped with a choir.  It's just such a great sound all throughout Exile.  Legendary, and I am not hesitant in my decision to label it such a word.  And finally, fortunately, I've grown on it... it hasn't grown on me.

And in other other news: I watched Be Here to Love Me last night. Townes is the greatest songwriter who ever lived, just watch him make this grown man cry: