In recognition of the impending Apocalypse (not the North Korean one, the meteorological one), I thought I whip up a couple of timely tunes. We're not sure yet when, or if, Irma will visit us, but all the digital models seem to be pointing that way. So, here we go, with little or no commentary:
Love that bass line.
It's not exactly "red", but the radar image certainly shows it:
And, from Billy Joel. Truer words were never spoken...
Finally, a word from Rock's Poet Laureate:
The hatches will be battened down. We'll move inland if the news is bad. More later in the week.
Pete
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