It's Friday evening. I would like to be at home, sitting on the orange couch, a beer in my hand, the light rain tapping against my windows, listening to Grails'
Doomsdayer's Holiday. Sounds bleak, doesn't it? But Grails are really kind of perfect for this sort of warm, rainy autumn night, with their dark mix of Eastern psychedelia, folk, metal, and free-jazz ramblings. Beautifully recorded, too, with heart-jolting impact and sweet, sweet dynamic range.
Is that 100 words?
I'm practicing for this weekend's "
Record to Die For" workout. We are now beginning production on the February 2009 issue, which includes that popular annual music feature. 25 words to go.
When I listen to this music, I feel like I should be toking on the world's largest doobie, even though I don't smoke. Perfect! Alright, I'm going now.
