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yesterday was apparantly guys night at sland 3, so i went, and drank beers with dave and the residents. red sox and asshole. then sean and i went to mary ann's for about 3 minutes.

woke up on cue today, wasn't feeling so hot, but i was perfectly functioning. another fine day at work, hit up copley on lunch and bought some shirts from banana and j crew, they may soon be returned, or i will wear one out tomorrow, providing i go out. except i think there is the first mod party of the season, and that isn't exactly a nice shirt function.

i said i was going to pack tonight, and managed to put all my cds in a box. then i started my night's musical journey. i've just listened to that "just cause she dance the go go it don't make her a ho no" song twice, and i'm not even drunk. the things i do.

new spoon has grown leaps on me, but i still want to return to bright eyes over and over. i listen to it in halves, and the second half, wow. it's so good, the last three songs are (sorry for the pun) just lifting. both in the arrangements and the lyrics, especially the arrangements. "girl on a balance beam" shimmers, and it's not exactly happy lyrics, but there's a nice undercurrent "now i'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Beacuse a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out here." next up is laura laurent, a by the books country waltz. this one reads like a sad letter to a sad girl who's given up. contains the line "but do you know we are in high demand, Laura, us people who suffer? Because we don't take to arguing and we are quick to surrender" which i like a lot. the huge redemption that just brings a big old smile is right at the end, conor sings "But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living. Beacuse it is the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing." then he screams "everybody" and a bar full of people join in and sing la las and it's great. then the last song, the ten minute "Let's not shit ourselve (to love and be loved)" is just a big old countrytime rock and roll jamboree that sprawls all over the place and just bounces with fun. man. i need to stop before i start dissecting it song by song. i'm just going to listen to "lover i don't have to love," which is tied together by this spooky rhodes line and a nicely distorted drum loop and then some killer faux-synth strings and lovely caustic vocals from mr. oberst "i want a lover i don't have to love, i want a girl too sad to give a fuck" and then closes off with "love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. do you like to hurt? i do i do, then hurt me." and he sings it and slips into his finest gordon gano and then i listen to the song again and no more bright eyes. i do highly suggest "Lifted or the story is in the soil keep your ear to the ground," but no one who reads this is about to run out and buy it so i'll keep it for myself.

ok, back to work.