Okay. Lousy week, etc. etc. That's no excuse for being a "warm, yellow puddle" now is it?

On weeks like this, not only do you have to hit the bad with the big guns, but you have to dig deep and find the big guns you didn't even know you had. First, I tried "Pass the Dutchie" by the Musical Youth. Sounds to make you rub and scrub. But I needed more. I needed to get down deeper, down, down into the secret corners of my soul.

The Glam corner.

The freaky, Brazilian Glam corner where Secos e Molhados live.

You know these guys never had to file paperwork.

So, I give you three songs: Sangue Latino and O Vira -- and this knockout glitter pink hot pants, checkered halter-top, and metalic vulture of death song Flores Astrais.

I've listened to "Flores Astrais" probably twenty times now. Please, just give it thirty seconds. You won't regret it. Well, in fact you might, it could possibly give you nightmares. But still, it's worth it. Listen to it enough, and Strange Horizons might start buying your stories. ;)

Have a great weekend.

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