"Time counts and keeps countin', and we knows now finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride. But that's our trek, we gotta' travel it." -Savannah Nix from Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome
Hello Bastards.
You loveless, beautiful bastards.
Listen... I don't know what your deal is and I'm not even going to start pretending I do.
Maybe you are unable of feeling and giving love or maybe you are a love junkie... endlessly giving away your love, unrequited. Or perhaps you are in love with someone who is also in love with you, but for whatever reason(s) it's just not going to happen. Maybe? Maybe not.
Maybe you are roaming around in some giant, uncomfortably grey, heart churning badland.
Like Tina Turner in Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome, fighting your way against the odds of bad humanity and bad love!
You don't NEED another hero, but wouldn't complain having one... the right one.
Le sigh. Le bullshit.
So here comes February 14th. Stupid Valentine's Day, where lots of people make it something super duper special and everyone else scoffs at it. "Another Hallmark corporation driven bullshit holiday... forcing people to have unrealistic expectations of themselves and others!" Well, truth. Word. Proper.
But admit it: deep down, like WAY deep down in that soul of yours you'd love someone to make you dinner, pop by all armored up with sweet kisses, or maybe bring you a small handpicked (from the neighbors yard) bouquet of herbs and flowers... something. Something special. Not just on February 14th, but any day/night would do. I'm projecting. I know this.
Is romance dead? Probably.
It's not like V-day was a gem of a history, either:
Romans were crazy!
So in lieu of this lovely/lonely time of year... I present the most soulful broken bastard mix ever.
Warning, not for the faint of swooning nor for the faint of music with soul. I handpicked this while mourning and lamenting my own romantic woes. This is the way it sounds. I'm a hopeless romantic, and surely not the only one...
SADBASTARDSENTERHERE
And for the heartbreakers out there, oddly enough I want you to keep on breaking hearts.
It makes for beautiful music.
Cheers, Bastards.
