- Dare I admit that I'm actually starting to get a little anxious about tonight's jam session?
- Dare I just book on outta here, feigning illness, since I'm not getting anything done?
- Dare I keep sneaking listens to my newly acquired CDs on my discman, even though I'm not really supposed to listen to music at work?
Yeah, might as well. I'm more annoyed that I won't have any toys, but still, I'm looking forward to it. At the very least, it's a chance to jam.
Oh, it's awfully tempting, isn't it. But that'd mean that I'd have to stay later tomorrow night, and that'd suck even worse. Still, the fact that today feels like it's taken two weeks just to get to now, 4:08pm, makes it very, very tempting. On a related note, I can't believe it's only Wednesday.
You're goddamned right. I listened to the entire Aesop Rock album this afternoon - damn, that guy's a fucking genius. He's playing Bowery Ballroom on May 13th, and then at North Six on May 20th. And then I've been listening to Wilco. A thought on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which I've offered various times to various people today: OK Computer has influenced a lot of people. Listen to the production aesthetic - all those little whispery sci-fi bloops and bleeps... listen to Jeff Tweedy's meloncholy voice on "Radio Cure"... Then again, my favorite song so far is probably "Pot Kettle Black", which owes OKC absolutely nothing.