More Music

First thing’s first:  This is linked from WordPress’s main page.  Such a cool idea.  And sweet God, America has a lot of money.  I’d be lying, though, if I said I wasn’t into it mostly for the map aspect.

Second thing is more Laura Nyro.   I’ve decided that –vocal restraint be damned — I really do like her music.   It’s a far cry from the 70’s AM easy listening stuff to which I’m usually drawn, but there are times when it just kind of hits the spot for me, aurally.

This song is my favorite off of Eli and the Thirteenth Confession.  I think we can all agree that the bombast is completely justified here, if only for her repetition of the powerful epithet “super-ride inside my love-thing”.   I especially like the song’s climax.  (That’s a pun … only you won’t know why it’s a pun until you’ve listened to the song.)  I think of Ashley whenever I listen to this, for some reason; it just sort of seems like it should be her making love theme song.   “You may leave the fair, but you’ll be back, I swear.”  That just screams ‘Ashley’ to me.  Next time you’re having sex, Ashley, throw this on and see if it doesn’t nicely compliment your mental state.  Also, I hope I have not offended you with this paragraph.  It was certainly not my intention.

The Confession (It’s the thirteenth track on the album.  Get it?)

This second song is a live performance of another track off that album (recorded maybe 10 years later), and it’s the first thing I ever heard of Nyro’s.  It’s radically different from the original version, and while I really like the album cut, this one is more soulful and less cluttered. 

Sweet Blindness (It’s about drinking.)

 Friday is the last night I will spend in the first apartment I’ve ever rented.  I think I would be more sad about this if the place hadn’t been such a sty for the past month and a half.  I kind of lost the energy for keeping it immaculate once the end was in sight.  On Saturday, I am going out to pick up a van at the U-Haul place on Sandy Boulevard, and hauling all of my shit over to Chez Rousse.  And Sunday! Sunday I am going to nab that God-Damned dispoal camera from Emily’s room, walk it over Safeway, and get us all some overdue Canada pictures.