It's been a week since I first heard Sleater-Kinney's new album, The Woods (I got my pre-order early, pbbbt). It's simply amazing. Lyrically, musically, emotionally, sonically, I really believe that this thing is a masterpiece. If you have even a slight interest, I highly recommend buying this album.
It's so rock and roll. I love the rock and roll.
I picked up Douglas Coupland's new book (Eleanor Rigby) today. I didn't even know it was out. I'll probably start reading it tonight. (Why do I even keep a half-read copy of The Confusion next to my bed anymore?)
One last thing:
It is forbidden to dream again.
We maim our joys or hide them.
Horses are made of chromium steel.
And little fat men shall ride them.
The above poem is from Robert Anton Wilson's Illuminatus! Trilogy. Is it absolutely absurd that it's the only bit of verse than I can remember with no effort at all?
