Not really, but that's the name of the last Kerouac book I read. It's a really cool little book (actually, collection of little books) that at least I can relate to lately. On a side note, two hard drives from back home showed up in my mailbox in Thrailkill hall so now I'm getting reaquainted with the world. Also I got really really sick over the last couple of days. Last night I slept eleven hours with the help of some Nyquil and Benedril. Luckily I don't have anything left to do except help a friend out auditioning downtown for a slot at a local club and attending a Nickel Creek concert. To add to the surrealness of being sick and sitting in a room with all the blinds shut while my roommate naps, I've been listening to Christmas music and old, old covers of songs by undergroundish bands. Right now I'm listening to a Copeland cover of "Do You Hear What I Hear?" (I wish I could put it up but I can't find anywhere on the net it's up and I got it off of iTunes).
So this will have to do, I'm sure most of you have heard this, but I'm sure you'll listen to it one more time: Copeland: Pin Your Wings
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