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Mornings are rubbish. For one thing, they start *early*. If mornings started in the mid-afternoon, they'd be a lot less painful (and we could all sit around in our jammies with hot chocolate for breakfast, I promise).
In the meantime, mornings are here, and keep on being here, on a continual day-to-day basis. Measures must be taken.
Enter the Hot 8 Brass Band! They're from New Orleans, they're kick-ass and they're here to give you nine minutes of unbridled joy to start your day wi... with which to start your day. Good morning, Fabulisters! Let's DANCE ourselves awake!*
Hot 8 Brass Band - Sexual Healing
Hot 8 Brass Band - Rock with the Hot 8
*The fact that the song explicitly states 'let's make love *tonight*' has not escaped the Fabulist. However, the Fabulist is limiting its pedantry today to the use of prepositions in sentences. The Fabulist chooses to glide elegantly over such details, and is quite happily appropriating 'Sexual Healing' as a morning song, lyrics bedamned. Plus, the Fabulist is tired and bleary-eyed and writing about itself in the third-person. That's always a dangerous sign.
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Image by Mawel
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