It's hot. Blisteringly, mind-numbingly, hallucinatingly hot. This morning my wife said, "The high today is supposed to be 91." "Oh, good", I responded, "it's cooling off." That's how hot it is--I can't even think of a good joke to make about it. I'm reading Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi by Geoff Dyer (thanks Mr. P), the first part of which takes place in Venice, and it's incredibly hot there. So it's kind of nice how that's jibing with the actual weather here. Also too, it provides a good excuse to stay inside and read, listen to music, paint, which is what I prefer to do most of the time anyway. So don't get the wrong idea--I'm not complaining. Heaven forbid.
So what does that have to do with the subject of this post? Nothing really, just a way to kick things off I guess. It's just my favorite song of the moment. It's got some clever lyrics, some of which refer to the CBC and hockey (yes, she's Canadian, bless 'er), and it sounds like the Jayhawks are backing her up, though I don't think any of them play on the cd. I like the languid pedal steel lines. Her voice reminds me of someone, I can't quite pin it down, and the way she sings makes it seem like she isn't trying too hard, which I tend to like in a singer. Maybe she is but she hides it well. This is from Asking for Flowers, which came out last year. I haven't figured out whatever in hell she's saying in this song, but it sure stimulates the pleasure center in my little brain.
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