I’ll tell you another big drawback with this house move thing. I (rather optimistically) packed up a lot of my books and music some months ago in anticipation of moving! So, of course, certain items I might have given little thought to for aeons suddenly take on a rosy, alluring glow, knowing they’re just beyond reach. Oh, I could undo the boxes (which are in the spare room), but fiddling with all that parcel tape is too depressing. So I’ll wait. And try more optimism as best I can.
Music has been on my mind a lot today. The only music CD that escaped my packing is one by Belle and Sebastian (If You’re Feeling Sinister). Nothing else. I can’t give Ziggy Stardust a spin if the mood takes me! Jeez, I was thinking of the one Cyndi Lauper album I own earlier (maybe I should be worried), and in particular the title track, I Drove All Night—which I unashamedly insist is a wonderful song. Then I had a slight hankering for the Placebo album Without You I’m Nothing, esp. the single Every You, Every Me. (Which reminds me: I haven’t bought their new album yet. Or the new Blur one. I’m slipping. These were my fave bands three years ago.)
Anyway…
Chrissie old pal, moving is a pain in the buttsky. i know all about it. but this too shall pass. some of those music choices suck enormously, by the way.
Too long since I’ve left a comment! I can’t imagine what it might be like to have all your music packed away. At least you left a good one out! It’s too bad that the Placebo leaves a bad taste in your mouth; they’re really good I think. Only bad thing about “I Drove All Night”, of course, is that FUCKING CELINE DION covered it!
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