There's no way. No way that I'm going to do tonight the post that I reserved Monday night. I work during the day, so it'll have to wait. Watch this space.
Right now I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix, circa 1968. I have no idea why he didn't like his singing voice. It sounds amazingly expressive to me. Maybe it was just an artist's need to be self-critical, which is valid.
Ah sweet mattress, I'm coming to ya!