In the depths of winter, in deadly dreary February, we are not in the Season of the Witch, we are in the Season of Melancholy.
I like Ryan "Don't Call Me Bryan" Adams. His work of late is awfully melancholy and I like melancholy. I mean, I guess, I like feeling melancholy, I like the emotion. But what kind of person would like to feel such a thing? Melancholy, like Nembutal, numbs it all. Melancholy is like a shot of novocaine in one's heart.
Conversely, I like to laugh. I like to be amused. It amuses me to think that Ryan Adams bears a vague resemblance to Rick Moranis in "Ghostbusters."
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