And sometimes there’s just the kiss:

There’s the reverse goodbye kiss:

There’s the goodbye kiss:

There’s the mind-boggling kiss:

There’s the sweet kiss:

The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

I can’t wait forever
Even though you want me to
I can’t wait forever
To know if you’ll be true

Girl, I can’t let you do this
Let you walk away
Girl, how can I live through this
When you’re all I wake up for each day?

The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore
The moon ain’t gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you’re without love

1966

Tim Duncan, the epitome of Finest Kind.

You left off the best holiday song ever, Robert Earl Keen’s Merry Christmas from the Family.

Dammit. Now where do I turn to get my sexagenarian sartorial spiffiness?

Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift

Pretty been around for a good long while.

If they get within even an unreasonable driving distance I’m going. I’ve got to see that much fun live.

Back on November 18, Kenhe Login posted this video of a Norwegian band described as alternative folk, among other categories. I’ve been playing them daily and now have all three of their studio albums. But where they really shine is in live performances where they tend to swap around instruments and just seem to have…

There’s The Smiths and then there was just Smith.

Can’t be havin’ the Christmas season without the greatest Christmas song:

Money