I’m actually quite scared by the clothes shops in town at the moment. I went into Dorothy P’s to buy some black jeans/cords to replace the ones I butchered into shorts during our France trip (desperate times, etc), and I came out with the intended black jeans, but also some black shorts and some very cheap sunglasses and a random little tube of Dove deodorant.
Anyway. Currently listening and recording the Matt Nathanson concert on NPR. Trying not to make any computer noises because Audacity will hear those too, for it is as sharp-eared and dull-witted as Polyphemos. Ten points if you get the reference. Nathanson’s put up the full-studio version of Car Crash on his myspace, as it’s been done properly for the new album, but I’m fairly disappointed by it. I’m so used to the soft acoustic version now, and all this new extra fizjiggle just detracts from the beautiful lyrics.
Ah well. My room is still a tip, despite my plans otherwise, but I still (possibly) have an hour and a half before watching House and seeing Chris, so may be hope yet. In a minute I will tear myself away from Nathanson’s amusing banter and go clear out some kitchen cupboards. Though actually, I hear a car in the drive, so perhaps not…
