Problems with Today's Show

Thanks for hanging in there with me on today's show. There were several technical difficulties and I got booted three times in the first hour. Luckily, I have some amazing listeners who hung in there for the whole thing - even when I played the wrong song and had a laughing fit. (And even when I danced like a dork on the Ustream simulcast!)

To all of you, I leave you a poem written in 1640 by Henry King:

Sic Vita

LIKE to the falling of a star,

Or as the flights of eagles are,

Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,

Or silver drops of morning dew,

Or like a wind that chafes the flood,

Or bubbles which on water stood:

Even such is man, whose borrowed light

Is straight called in, and paid to night.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies;

The spring entombed in autumn lies;

The dew dries up, the star is shot;

The flight is past, and man forgot.

So, as King says, Such is life. I hope to see you all back for next Monday's metal show!

Annie