Here's a little diddy to get your Monday morning going. I wrote this a number of years ago when a series of unfortunate events led me to the inexplicable conclusion that I should only date pansexuals named Kate, and that this would solve all of my troubles. As it was, I did not date anyone named Kate, which turned out to be for the best, since I met somebody named Barbara not long after writing this song. The song itself became less a song about this imaginary "Kate" and more an ode to the Midwest, complete with Culver's reference. Click below to listen and download the song:
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