What I'm listening to...

The trés cool Serge Gainsbourg has found his way to my ears, and I am feeling quite French. I really should be romancing my beautiful lady as I listen to Serge. Instead, it's 2am and she's upstairs sleeping well with two well behaved cherubs, exhausted from growing so fast. This Nighthawk at the Diner just doesn't keep those hours. Wide awake and looking for new music. Not sure when I'll grow up and less certain if I care to.