
I am sitting in Panera Bread writing this to Liz Phair's album you see there. Well, of course it isn't an album. It's been reduced to tiny Xs and Os or some such incomprehensible material. It's on my iTunes now and it's going in my headphones. It's much awesomeness.
I am selling my CD collection on eBay. It's a long process because I am impossible. I could sell them all in one big lump I guess, but I like pulling my CDs out one by one and posting them when I have time -- which means it is taking forever.
I haven't put this album up yet though I figure I might. But good gravy, it is wonderful. I have always loved whitechocolatespacegg (released way back there in 1998) anytime I have come back to it after a long layoff. I have been a big defender of Phair even when she was deemed a sellout because she worked with the same producers who tarted up the shrimpy Avril Lavigne for radio play.
Anyway, it's Friday and I have ginormous stack of stuff to do. But I wonder if Panera Bread would mind if I started dancing on the table? Or just shouted at the top of my lungs to "Uncle Alvarez."

2 comments:
I wouldn't mind being Mr. Liz Phair
Oh no freakin' kidding.
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