It's grey and overcast here in San Francisco with the kind of sky that threatens snow, if not here then at least in the mountains which bodes well for my week in Tahoe hurtling down a mountain with an ironing board strapped to my foot and yet ... even still it manages to feel oppressive and gloomy.
As such it's either wildly inappropriate or wildly appropriate to have the next song as (probably) my last in a tenuous hip-hop continuity jag since it does nothing but remind me of a long, lazy summer just after I'd been kicked out of University and was wondering if they were going to let me back in. In my mind the song is drench in cornflower blue and a deep, bright yellow. Almost exactly the opposite of today in fact.