I've been a bad blogger because I have a gig this week that keeps me away from the computer. Additionally, a certain mouthy tuxedo cat has been body slamming our bedroom door and waking me up at horrendous hours, hence no post on the surprising triumph of Senator Animal Husbandry in the Mississippi GOP primary. Who knew that boring old Thad Cochran was a walking Aggie joke?
I do, however, have an earworm to share and it's a good un by the Grass Roots as opposed to the Astro Turfs:
For a thrown-together band of session musicians meant to sing PF Sloan’s songs, the Grass Roots were damned good.