My Voice, Part 2
Yes, there was Scotch involved in this post.
This will actually appear on a Sunday, but it was recorded Saturday night, after church and a fair amount of 15-year-old Macallan, because, believe me, that’s what it takes for me to be this goofy. I’m so uptight, sometimes, I think I should have been an accountant, or a lawyer. In any case, we launch this descent into madness with a little riff I like to call “Jim Read’s Robert Frost“. Why start there? Because I’m hoping you get bored and stop listening. Sadly, I know my audience and suspect that you will stick it out just to hear:Jim Read’s SmooveB, which is rated PG-13 and may not be safe for work.
You are sick, sick people. And, I love you all. I apologize in advance for anyone I might scar with these MP3s. Lord, I hope that second one doesn’t give my ex-wife flashbacks! It’s so close to our courtship that it gives me the willies! (Just kidding!)
Enjoy!
