Coffee house hell

Feb 16, 2003- Permalink

I’m sitting in a coffee house right now, doing some work with pen and paper. Sometimes you have to get away from the computer…too many surfing distractions.

Anyway, the coffee house radio is blasting some syndicated U.S. soft rock show hosted by somebody named Delilah. Half of the lovelorn that call in sound like they’re a date away from a restraining order — or a Bachelorette audition — and the music has to be the worst dreck that the Seventies and Eighties had to offer. Still I suppose someone has to play Journey…