Eight years of blather
phone pix of a few personal treasures

It always comes back around to Frank

I've been listening to Squeeze today, and a lot of The Church lately, because we're seeing them in concert next month. And there's been a certain amount of Morrissey, as well. 

But then I keep coming back to this guy. Every syllable is home. 

Especially in this song. It gets me, right here. And there, as well. He's an old familiar lover who still has the ability to excite me because he knows just what I like and just how I like it. He knows I realize this. I can never quit him.