The worst part about waking up in the middle of the night is that the wakefulness sends me to a place of zero productive thinking.
After answering a bunch of questions, I can now say I am Gryffindor material.
Basically it comes down to a whole lotta white male-fronted, not-quite-mainstream rawk with some electronic/experimental thrown in to make me seem deep to myself.
I have a record of making messes in workplace refrigerators. It’s like a thing I do.
About a year ago I picked up a used copy of The Best of Herbie Hancock. Sure, enough, there’s “Maiden Voyage,” opening up side three.