I still prefer the original, but hey, you can download the cover for free.

I think the reason that song got me all sappy is because one of the things I am a sucker for (in addition to pop love songs) is repetition.  For gosh sakes, I get weepy whenever I hear “Let the Sunshine In,” simply because they keep saying the same damn thing over and over and over until it gets under your skin and seeps into your bones.

All I’m saying is, if I were the star of “Good Will Hunting,” and Robin Williams was my therapist and he started chanting “It’s not your fault” at me, I would’ve cried just as hard as Matt Damon did.  Damn you, repetition!

Which brings me to my current chant: Zinefest! It’s only eight days away!  Next Saturday!  RSVP right here!!  RSVP for the after-party right here!!  Exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point!!!

And now some words exclusively for Ms. Goldfeather: Goodbye, my love.  May Bushwick be good to you. But do not forget:

THEY DON’T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU!!!