The Biochemist's review of MCR @ MSG cracked me up, mostly because it was so full of glee, but especially this bit:
Hello, Jersey hair. I missed you. You are distinct from Texas hair in a way that is indescribable, but nonetheless significant.
Both areas have what I would call big hair, carefully arranged hair, but each with a different aesthetic.
Also courtesy of TB, also on the music front: The Cab will be opening for The Hush Sound later this summer, and will be returning to Ottobar.
It is true, I am a musical purist. The original version of pretty much any song is the one I like best. The Garth Brooks version of Billy Joel's
Shameless? Is just wrong. Clapton's acoustic version of
Layla? Strikes me as melancholy rather than seductive. Oh the shock of my college boyfriend, how could I not love this version? Well, it could be sexy...if I hadn't known and loved the original version (which rocks) first. Etc. So it should be no surprise that I like the (slightly) earlier version of The Cab's
Take My Hand; the album version seems too produced and orchestrated. Having said that, I still like the whole album.
Random things:
1. cache /= cachet
2. orientated < oriented if you are writing an American character
3. cross to bear, not cross to bare
I want to see Patrick Stewart as MacBeth.
The O's beat the Sox last night, which was a shock. 20-19, another surprise.
Reading: I've finished
Passage, which I loved and need to reread immediately. My library copy of Meredith Duran's
The Duke of Shadows arrived, but I'm stuck about half way through and can't be arsed to finish it. C has lent me her copy of
From Dead to Worse and I'm not in any way intrigued enough to read past the first chapter. I think maybe I need a reading hiatus.