March 17 - Calcutta

It's not March 17, it's March 23rd, and I have the kind of cold and headache that mean I'm only vaguely tethered to reality. Perfect time to hear a Mountain Goats song from the fringes of existence.

This was apparently only played live once. Hard to think why, as it's a perfectly nicely performed story-song that doesn't reach a chorus but doesn't outstay its welcome. It's potentially a bit orientalist, as pretty much any song by a white person about India is going to be, but there isn't a reason for this song to go beyond rarity and into barely existing..

It's clinging to reality. So am I. I hope this cold is over soon.