Birthdays, according to Jim Boggia

Another day, and another year, older.

So far, thirty-two doesn't feel any different from thirty-one. But, different or not, it's here to stay, at least for another three-hundred and sixty-odd days.

And on this occasion, here's a little number for you, courtsey of that local purveyor of great indie music, Paste Magazine (I thought of posting a live version, but it didn't have the great
background vocals in the last 21 seconds). I challenge any one else to present any other charming folk-pop song that actually manages to rhyme "black and tans" in the lyrics.