Buy some: Eggstone

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Buy some: The Radio Dept.

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I put Some Racing, Some Stopping by Headlights on my headphones and opened up a new document to begin typing.
There was an instant smile on my face. Something curious comes over me when I hear music so familiar and happy... I get a little smirk. I like to guess that it’s the music nerd “you don’t know what yer missing out syndrome”¹ or some such. I started to think and type about the smirking when I realized She was reading my lapdog monitor.
She... the celebri-gossip-rag reading Trixie who plopped herself down next to me with her giant Pooh plush blanket during a 5+ hour train ride and proceeded to yell at her boyfriend (referred to as Babe¹) off and on every twenty minutes or so. Apparently, She and Babe were supposed to be going camping this weekend... or so she told every person she could get to answer when she furiously dialed her crackberry for the first hour past Joilet.
Above and beyond the not-so-healthy relationship of She and Babe... I was a rather annoyed. I realize that I post my thoughts for the world to read, but I don’t do that while I’m still developing said thoughts.
She got off the train, an hour before me in Podunk, Illinois. After a furious screaming match with her crackberry She and Babe had split for the weekend and there was "NO WAY I AM GOING ON THAT CAMPING TRIP WITH YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU HAVE THAT ATTITUDE BABE!". Good Lord. People seem to have lost all boundaries of public and private space.

¹ Also known as the know-it-all grin.
² Unless she was callling him a pig, but I doubt that had actually occurred to her.

Buy some: Headlights

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Buy some: Madrid

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She sat down in front of me and pulled a newspaper out of her bag. Not odd, yet. She opened it up to the TV listings and movie guide and I still didn't think it was odd. Fifteen minutes later she was still staring at the same page... And it was then I noticed, "St. Petersburg Times". Huh. Odd choice... I wonder how in the world she got a newspaper from Florida in Chicago on a Monday morning. Oh wait... May 18?

Facts: May 18 , St. Petersburg Florida, TV and Movie listings.
Conclusion: Clearly delusional or some sort of time traveler.

Twenty minutes later, after hopping off the Lincoln bus at Adams St. I'm walking to the work, past the Sears Tower when suddenly she comes upon me. Edina. I mean DEAD RINGER... I can even hear the "Lacroix dahling, LACROIX". Stupid black floppy hat, ridiculously over-patterned Tunic, black shiny spandex (I wasn't kidding about dead ringer here), Ridiculously large brown curly hair, pink/yellow/orange strappy sandals which appear to be at least three sizes too small for her feet... And gregarious stomping.

Facts: Wow... I wish I'd been able to pull out my camera fast enough to document the ridiculous.
Conclusion: Either everyone else is on drugs this morning... Or I am?

Buy some: The Week That Was

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After a fabulous show in Milwaukee on Sunday by the Polyphonic Spree... this song has been stuck on repeat. There are definitely worse things I could have on replay.

There is always something a bit magical about a Polyphonic Spree show... I'm not sure if it's the sheer number of people on-stage harmonizing at once, the positive energy that just radiates from them or just the great songwriting in the first place. Every time I see the spree, I like to look around the venue (or in this case outdoor pavilion) to witness the awe on the faces of those people who have never experienced this before. There is always someone within quick-glance-range who has the stunned deer-in-headlights look at the dancing, harmonizing extravaganza on stage in front of us. It's the same sort of look that a little kid might have at the zoo... the whole "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT" when coming face to face with a platypus. "Mom Look! It's got a beak AND fur AND a beaver tail AND a 7' tall harp player AND a horn section AND two drummers AND a spastic dancing choir in actual choir robes!"

Buy some: The Polyphonic Spree

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