Jim James Told Me To Do It

This will be my last Z-inspired post. I have to move on. If I don't I might get hurt. The songs have already been etched into the soft tissue of my brain. Every waking moment for the past five days, strains of songs from My Morning Jacket's new album Z, either real or imagined, have been floating between my ears. This is beginning to affect my life in adverse ways.

Take for instance, yesterday: On the way home from work I had turned my radio off; however, this did not mean My Morning Jacket stopped playing. Quiet the contrary, the music got louder. I pull into my driveway and see that my jackass, redneck neighbor across the street decided to park his NASCAR-stickered pickup directly behind my driveway making it a chore to back out of my carhold (as opposed to me just closing my eyes, stomping on the gas and twisting the wheel)

Upon seeing this, the voice My Morning Jacket's lead singer Jim James, now among the others in my head, began singing about my redneck neighbor, his inability to park the truck anywhere else and interesting ways for me to let this chach know that he should consider moving his vehicle occasionally.

So I think that it is time my friends, time to put down Z. At least until the voice of Jim James in my head begins to fade a little.

Stuff to Sample: Just go buy it already.