They say goodbye

Something about November throws a shot of old time angst down my throat. It's not real angst, just some very close sensory approximations and a desire to hear songs that unabashedly tug on the threads. The feeling pleases me, though I'm not sure why. Someone put this on a mix tape for me in late 1991, more than half my life ago. There's a thought to make one a little angsty.

Concrete Blonde - Tomorrow, Wendy