i got 50 cents more than i'm gonna keep

thank you for connecting with me.  i hope you are here because you enjoyed my unapologetic trash fic and it made you feel things you weren’t sure you should be feeling.  that’s an awesome feeling.  feeling things you shouldn’t be feeling.

full disclosure, this used to be a blog about fandom but now it is the most random and sporadic blog about music.  somewhere along the line i realized that i could play the b minor blues on piano and a horn and elicit the same response in people IRL without the guilt and bother of enjoying (oh my!) dub con het.

i’m old, and i wanna make people feel some kinda way without all the guilt.  so music.

The Colonel weeps.  True tears. Why?  Is it because he just signed the most lucrative deal of his life?  Is it because he finally understands music?  Is it because he realizes he’ll never be a part of that musical high, except on the periphery?  Is it because he feels loneliness? Are those tears of greed and happiness at finding and presenting..

“Tremendous, tremendous triumph!  The greatest show on earth!”

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