Eight Miles High

Real life only gets weirder - an infected and contageous Trump is taking joy rides outside the hospital so his cult members can view their dear leader. I guess this means the Secret Servvice guys in his car now have to quarantine for 2 weeks. I need to listen to some music.

I like this song, the singing parts and the lyrics more than the guitar parts, though I always like Roger McGuinn's 12 string (the guy on the far R). Anyway, the theme of the song seems to go with our current events. Eight Miles High by the Byrds, 1967 ...