Hungry For Love, Ready To Drown

After months of bill-imposed exile from the internet, I've found myself traversing Soulseek like a carbohydrate-starved bakery denizen. That's two hyphens in one opening sentence, I'm out of practice.

But all is well now and the Matheson House is alive with digitally encoded sounds once more, and the tally is impressive:

The Advantage's eponymous debut
some live Tori Amos
The Appleseed Cast's Low Level Owl Vol. 1 & 2
various B-sides by Bearsuit
the Paris 1919 and Helen of Troy LPs by John Cale
an EP by 63 Crayons
The Mountain Goats last show at the EARL (I was THERE!)
and two songs by the Wrens that didn't make it onto The Meadowlands.

There is more, but those are the highlights. Incidentally, the #1 most uploaded item in my shared folder is The Cure's Disintegration.

I'm slowly working my way into Cale's discography. I started last year with his first album, which is stellar, and now I'm kinda weaving through his history where I can find it. His earliest pop records are wonderfully sophisticated and brimming with wit. Personal favorite right now is Paris 1919's title track, in which a stately string section carries the chorus of:

You're a ghost/la la la la la la la la la/I'm the church and I've come/to claim you with my iron drum/la la la la la la la la la la

Marvelous and rousing, very British for a song set in France. He even rhymes "time of day" with "Champs Elysee." Fifty points just for that.

Crissee's been listening to Modest Mouse's "Float On" for a couple days straight, several spins of which I was privy to while furniture shopping with her and boy does Issac Brock owe the Talking Heads a big fat royalty check.

I'd like the thank the faithful few who've held on this long. Drop me a line.  ¶ 6/29/2004 03:21:00 PM