For the last couple of days, I've been listening to one special CD from start to finish, and over and over again. I don't want it to ever end. Elizabeth must be sick of it. I'm sorry, Elizabeth. But, no: she's not sick of it because she understands. She knows what this is all about. And when I'm not listening to it, I'm holding onto it tightly, smiling over the lovely cover of sweethearts and peaches, reading the song titles from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. Memorizing the shade of red, imagining her hands putting it all together.
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But you want one too, don't you?
It has survived my penmanship, so it's obviously quite robust.
When you're listening to music?
Go to the external link and click on "The Big Finale." Stick around for "The End."
How collaborative filtering is making jaded listeners engaged listeners again.
Bagheera looks put out at Huckleberry's 15 minutes of fame.
A special treat today: the new Rye Coalition album, Curses, to be released by Gern Blandsten on April 18th, arrived in our office. Robert brought it over to me. I've been listening to it all day.
These guys are my friends and my neighbors. If I felt like it, I could walk around the block from my apartment and ring Justin's bell. He'd buzz me in and we'd go upstairs and listen to music and talk nonsense for hours. Or, I could call Jon and meet up with him and Herbie, and we'd all hit the Lamp Post for several funny beers and some terrible television. Or, I might run into Ralph…
Kinky Friedman is running for governor of Texas. He admits that musicians don't tend to get much done in the morning, but he promises to work late.
Foreign Policy posts a photo essay to accompany "The Shipbreakers".