Every City Has Its Limits

Music's power to describe, compel, renew...
It's all a distant second to the offers you can't refuse.
Anyone remember when we used to believe
that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank machine?
- Propagandhi, Rock for Sustainable Capitalism

The old memories that are associated with releases of years past definitely do a number to my soul. Especially in the fall. Even ladies like Aretha and Billie can't help but tug at my lonely heart proteins - their sad lost love stories underneath such wrenching voices can make even the toughest kids want hugs from their moms.