The (old) media is dead; long live the (new) media

Progress is great, until its your job being replaced

Perfecting Equilibrium Volume Two, Issue 65

This is the night of the expanding man
I take one last drag as I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be
I'll learn to work the saxophone
(I) I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a n…