God help me, I’ve been in a PROG mood all day today.
Rush, early E.L.O., Floyd, The Mars Volta, Genesis and even…gulp…The Alan Parsons Project! I fear I’ve gone too far down the progressive rabbit hole this time and fear I shan’t be returning anytime soon.
The last time this happened I started using words like “thou” , “my lord” and “pantaloon” in every day conversations and even had a hankering to attend, nay PARTICIPATE, in a Renaissance Festival.
I couldn’t concentrate at work. I started doodling unicorns and elves on my budget excel spreadsheets before turning them into my Director for approval. I started referring to my office as my ‘Manor’ and forced my employees to address me as 'Sir Chickweed'. I refused to eat with utensils and brought only large drumsticks for lunches. My attire consisted only of tunics, capes and surcoats.
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I almost pawned my wedding band for a double necked bass guitar, for Chrissakes!!
Does anybody reading have the antidote for this affliction? Don't let me get to the point where I learn to play the pan flute.
Please help as soon as you can or I shall force myself into a pillory as punishment for my unholy aural crimes!
Right after I pay a visit to the privy, of course.
5 hours ago
3 comments:
Oh God, a prog mood??? I prescribe two albums full of 3-minute power pop songs and a good night's rest. Let me know how you feel in the morning.
Let us know if we need to perform an intervention. They really should put warning labels on prog rock albums. I make it my policy NEVER to imbibe.
I took Dr. Frank's advice and listened to Big Star Cheap Trick and Fountains Of Wayne for 17 straight hours followed by 12 hours of sleep. I am feeling much better, thank you all for your concern.
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