
The Thanksgiving turkey has been eaten. So have the leftovers.
All traces of the fowl doings have been erased.
The Christmas cookies are only just now starting to appear, and we're somehow supposed to resume some semblance of normality until the next wild tryptophan-fueled blowout in a few weeks.
Well, OK. You got any damn ideas on how to get back to "normal"? Me neither.
Oh, yeah. This post is about 3 Chords . . . burrrrrrrp . . . & the Truth. Whatever.

But don't hold me to that, either.
Listen, I'm going to go get another cup of hot tea. Why don't you do the same, then meet me back here, and we'll give it a listen and see what the hell the deal is. Who knows, maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised.
Maybe you will, too.
But don't hold me to that. I'm not quite back to "normal" yet. Whatever the hell that is.
Yadda yadda yadda. Etcetera and so on. And now for the hoary old closing line. . . .
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
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