Monday, September 20, 2004

I know. I know.

I watch awfully many movies. Go on book binges. Listen to a lot of lot of music.

For some reason, CocoRosie's Terrible Angels has been playing in my head all day. It's from la maison de mon rêve. It's not the pig squeeling that keeps me. It's that duo. Voices dancing non-chalantly around each other.

Some things are simply mesmerizing.

Damn, this disc is good. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Put it on the iPod. The song will be on repeat in my ears through my bike ride.

Which I am going on.

Right, now.