We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Maggie's is my homepage, logged on before I was quite awake; thought I had died. Looked around for the angels; assumed the best.
Nice surprise that it was only sacred music of reapers, not sacred reapers.
(Hope Maggies can be my homepage in heaven)
This music started playing a little bit behind Aqualung by Jethro Tull, which I had playing on my machine when I jumped over to Maggie's. It was annoying as hell, but I realized it kind of worked as a background to the song. I tried it as a background with Iggy Pop's Lust for Life, which was a surprisingly successful melding of the sacred and the profane.
This whole business somehow put me in mind of The Rolling Stones', You Can't Always Get What You Want. That song features a choir in the opening bars.