Music: Desperado

(Linda Ronstadt, Simple Dreams Tour - Atlanta 1977)

This is one of my favorite songs that has been lingering in my mind for the last two days, since, while babysitting at the Ince's, I heard the Eagles' version wafting in from the kitchen. (Who, by the way, did not do it justice. Here's justice.) It brings back memories of driving in cars with my mom and sister, and I believe they were attempting to draw some completely ridiculous parallel between it and me. [Insert Sheldon Cooper's look of haughty derision.] (That and my nickname of Siegfried from James Herriot's All Creatures Great and Small will continue to elude me to my dying day.) All in all, enjoy.