Holiday whatevers: A dozen posts, tomorrow -- to you. I'll do my best, which means, I intend to deliver quality, not cheap. A few might be only peripherally related to our subject matter, here. I'll save explanations for tomorrow, but I have become born again in music over the last couple of months, and it is precisely tied to the diet (oh, man, had I know about this in the college dorm... where the midnight pizzas put me to sleep). Alright, though I feel like expounding, I shall resist, and instead, give you this. That's Kenny Wayne Sheperd, Blue on Black, in acoustic. In general, if I love something in accoustic, I'm going to love it even more with electricity applied to the project. Get a load of the words. It's a song about futility, near as I can tell. This is one of a few tracks I've taken notice of lately and added to my library. Anyway, I have finally stopped hauling around my 200 or so CDs and am most of the way through burning them into iTunes. It is quite an experience, allow me to assure you, to rediscover your 20-something college youth in both feeling and...