Lately I've had the song "Thin Line Between Love and Hate" * stuck in my head on repeat. I can't get it out. This morning, in an attempt to appease my mind and hopefully wear the song out, I listened to it 3 times in a row. It's still stuck. I just listened to it again.

It made me wonder why it is I like songs like that. All that old 60's and 70's Atlantic soul and Motown stuff is great music and you can't help but be drawn in by the emotions of the singers but the messages about love and life are often pretty fucked up. I mean, exactly how is the line between love and hate thin? I'd imagine there is a pretty strong division between the two. Unless of course you're talking about obsession which is not love. Plus this song is about how if you don't treat your woman right she'll kick your ass and put you in the hospital.

We rented "Standing in the Shadows of Motown" which I'm very excited to watch later on tonight.

* If you must know the song is by The Persuaders and was distributed by Atlantic on the Atco label.

For those in the Northern Hemisphere: don't forget the MayDay Project. I nearly forgot this morning but luckily remembered within the first hour of waking up.