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i woke up this morning and was really disoriented and confused. i believe now it is becuase i had no music putting me to bed last night. but maybe it was just because i was tired and shit.

and now, a musical journey, by brian peterik

I guess it all began in the car on the way to work, vic chessnutt's merriment was still in the player, and i let it play through. The disc just keeps growing and growing on me, it's just a solid album. Not bad for a parapalegic. I got into "work," sat at my cubicle, and got going. It was a day chock full of super good music moments. First off was the velvet underground & nico, since the first track on that is "sunday morning," and despite every instinct in my body, it was sunday morning, and this seemed appropriate. I think the guitar solo in "there she goes" is one of my favorite moments in song, it's sloppy as hell, simple as anything, but hell, i love it. I followed the underground up with the new bonnie billy ep, the one-two punch of the PJ Harvey and Bill Withers songs is just too good - i got so many chills i went back and listened to that sequence twice more. The Dump prince cover album was next, and maybe i'm instable, but i got really moved during parts of "1999," i dunno, james mcnew is just too soothing, and the fucking farfasa, man, it's great. That disc is just too good. 4 and 5 are so pretty and so dense with sound it's just like "cool." and "pop life" also takes me to a happy place. I turned things up a crank with the Plans !, damn good stuff, although, despite seeing travis morrison in concert, i just can't picture that nice looking guy spitting out these crazy spastic lyrics. "ok, joke's over" is the winner i think there, but there's a lot of great stuff that's in close competition. Somewhere in here i threw in sebadoh's bakesale, another solid effort, although it's only listen 2 and i'm not good pulling out specifics. Threw in the Magnetic Fields' Holiday, holy shit. My ears were surrounded with so much pop goodness i thought i was going to burst. Best. Album. EVAR. I threw on the Amps' Pacer, and promptly became madly attracted to Kim Deal, especially with her coy little speak-singing a la Corin Tucker's throwaways. Jeff Magnum's voice was as hauntingly affecting as ever on neutral milk hotel's on avery island, and the 13 minute indian-instrument drone-jam was as good as any to close out the day. We got let out at 6. I threw in the Wrens' Secaucus, and drove to Harvard. The Wrens stuff was cool, only my first listen though. And on some tracks, the singer sounds a little too much like Adam Gardener of Guster for me to be comfortable with.

Since I had just earned $230 out of nowhere, i felt obliged to at least spend a fourth of it. So i drove to planet records. you know, i'd really love for some asshole mr. smartey-man harvard student explain to me why his school, the smartest school in america, is located in the world's most mind-numingly retarded and broken 3 square blocks of road ever. I swear, trying to drive in cambridge is like trying to screw a tunnel. I guess that's not a great simile, but the point is it's really fucking hard.

after browsing planet records for 45 minutes, i made my selections.

it was singer songwriter day:
john wesley harding - awake
vic chesnutt - drunk
ron sexsmith - whereabouts
rufus wainwright - poses

and then the rest:
cibbo matto - viva! la woman
the high llamas - gideon gaye
clem snide - the ghost of fashion
throwing muses - the real ramona