Now Listen to Joey Sing
I had a dream last week that my garage fell down and various other disasters happened. All I could think was, "oh, well . . . ". I accepted my lot, no matter how lousy. Then I woke up, the garage was still standing, and that made me feel even better.

Joey Murphy's "Rosy Blues" isn't a weeper. It's not about feeling sorry for yourself. You can make up your own mind, but if it was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, and I was in a bar, and the jukebox was playing, I'd like to hear "Rosy Blues."