I synced up Eurydice this morning so I could have the new podcasts of The New Yorker and “This American Life” for my commute. It was then that I learned that I had listened to that damn New Pornographers’ album twenty-six times. “Go Places” rocketed to the top of my Top 25 Most Played list with a ridiculous 60 plays, doubling the number of plays the old top spotter (Avril Lavigne’s “Girlfriend”) had.
Since that is behavior that borders on the disturbing, I decided to listen to nothing but The Rolling Stones today in an attempt to cleanse my musical palette before giving Wilco’s “Sky Blue Sky” another chance.
Yeah, I ain’t got much today. It’s one of those bad days by association. My day isn’t so much of the shitty, but all the people around me are having a shitty day and their shitty is getting all over my day. I hate when that happens.
But there is good news on the horizon. Do you know what will occur next week at this time? Do you? I’ll be sitting my ass on a bench somewhere making fun of Minnesota State Fair-goers and shoving a corndog down my throat. Just the idea of next week makes me euphoric.
Oh yes, remember how I was telling you about listening to nothing but the Rolling Stones today? Well mostly that means I am just listening to “Honky Tonk Women” over and over again.