Howdy pop pickers,
well the air in the alps is mighty refreshing. Clanging cowbells and sweet ladies with loads of milk chocolate populate the alpine meadows. I can feel the restorative effects of the fells on my feelings fellows. Fancy that?
This is the life. Lots of wine and fondues under the shadows of the ever melting glaciers. There is not a single musician within a million meters of here - unless you include the idiots on the Matterhorn who keep tooting away on their alpine horns.
BLART BLART BLLOM they honk. Morning noon and night. It's like a nice night at the New York Bowery. Could be a new avenue for Eno to explore. Kindo like that album "UNder heavy manners" he did with David Byrne way back when. In case you never heard it you should. Its genius. It starts off with a track that lists isms. Nihilism, Totalitarianism, Tourism, etc and then it ends up with a great acapella lyric - I AM RESPLENDENT IN DIVERGENCE. (fade out).
Anyhow, the hilltop honkers (not unlike Australias own Hill top Hoods) are diabolically bad. So bad they are good in fact.
Maybe the medicine is getting to me after all.
Better get some air.
Now, how do I get to Mexico City from here. I miss the monoxide.
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