Texas is burning, New York is drowning, half the people I know are floundering, and the other half are out there somewhere I guess--God knows--I don't. So until God figures out that you make it fucking rain where the fires are, let's all boogie down by answering two musical questions:
1. What do you get when you cross this guy
with these guys?
Answer: This guy:
Whole Lotta Sex Machine
2. And what happens when you remix Jimmy Ruffin so he sounds like a trailer for an indie movie?
Why this, of course:
Chasing The Broken-Hearted
Take it to the bridge, people, cuz unhappiness is just an illusion.