Hey Baby there's a storm coming up
It's still about nine miles down range
Don't get excited
We're not hoping
Those winds are blowing up
The  winds  of  change
But if you  want me
You know where
I'll be waiting for you
If you need me
I'll be  here
True blue
Deep in the heart of nowhere

Three days a week, Maya, my li’l bald eagle bride, li’l monk berry moon delight, gets poignantly pummeled by perfunctory pre-meds prior to the gnarly IV therapy that helps to flush excess iron [caused by transfusions] from her blood. It often puts her in-n-out o slumbertime, and often that’s when I workout on the SpinBike and sundry other reps---although frankly I’ve fallen too far off that horse this past year-n-a-half. O middle-age.

Anyway, we have DVDs with certified SpinClass trainers that I follow more often than not, but at other times …it’s just the SpinningBike & the mix of choice. Today, I dug out Bob Geldof ~ Deep in the Heart of Nowhere. Songs from the gut. Sure, it’s pop music ..in the area of Ultravox to a point, and Squeeze to a point, maybe, well, you know, but the orchestrations, arrangements, certainly the lyrics (the drama), the entire production as a whole, really, is outstanding (pop music).  Even if the songs dance around your cynicisms like sugarplum fairies on cocaine, still, if you haven’t ever heard it or haven’t in a while, it’s worth a listen… especially if you are sweating…hard..and fast.  It’s no mystery why Roger Waters was so taken by Bob Geldof. He, too, …a kindred old-soul.

Frankly every one of his albums have gems enclosed for most---me, I like the whole.

It ain’t cowboy music.