Stinkiness stifles rockin' mood

Every once in a while I get in one of these moods where I just want to rock some people. It always seems to happen at the worst possible time. It's a rainy, muggy, stinky day in the City that Never Sleeps, and I don't feel like venturing out into the night with my guitar in search of action and adventure.

I hate the smell of garbage in the summer. Say what you want about the French (and the rich), but at least they have the sense to leave the cities during the hottest, smelliest part of the summer.

I wish I were in Canada or high in the Rockies or Maine or anywhere cool and fresh.