Thursday, March 29, 2007

the Vs have it

occasionally (like recently) when I don't have a specific music writing assignment (like now), despite the wide, wide, wide variety of choices offered by my iPod, I'll get stuck on an album, a band, a letter, if only because that's where the selector starts.

this week the letter V, represented by such as Van Morrison (Moondance), Vic Chesnutt (West of Rome), the Violent Femmes (Hallowed Ground) and the Volebeats (Country Favorites), has nearly magnetized my musical free will.

recent horribly disconcerting feeling: thinking, for about ten minutes, that there was a very good chance I'd left my iPod at the drugstore.

song in my head when I woke up this morning: "16 Military Wives" from the Decemberists' Picaresque album (maybe it was the drugstore purchase).

further signs that the world is seriously (seriously) askew: seventy-three year old Cormac McCarthy, author of what is likely the bloodiest novel since Homer's The Odyssey (see: Blood Meridian), agrees to his first television interview on (wait for it, wait for it) Oprah.
and a presale is ongoing for the upcoming Jethro Tull show at Hammerstein Ballroom here in New York (the password: ISLE). (wait for it, wait for it) the concert is December 2nd
(despite the obvious brilliance of Thick as a Brick, it's beyond me (way, way beyond me) why anyone (anyone) would need Jethro Tull tickets eight months in advance (though maybe that explains the Decemberists reference (nah, it was probably the drugs))).

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