I guess the blog entries for the next few nights will be lines from The Band's "The Weight." I love that song, it reminds me of being younger, looking like the guy working the keyboard only with butter stains on the white t-shirt. Whenever I recall a girl named Ileana Cantu, I think of the song. But when I play the song, it doesn't work the same way. Ah, well, its the way the brain is wet-wired. And here I sit working on my clandestine project...
