I’m back up and running computerwise, finally, though there are a couple glitches with the email (also, I lost a bunch of July email in the crash, so feel free to write again if you didn’t get an answer). Most of the relevant glitches, though, concern my schedule, which is very, very overbooked. Would you believe me if I said I’m going to be back with a vengeance over the weekend? No, I wouldn’t believe me either. But that will make it all the more titillating when the threat/promise actually materializes….
In the meantime, though, there is one thing that has been on my mind since before the changing of the Macs, which is simply this: the new Erin McKeown totally lives up, and check out those adorable bird innards. Charming, no? The album isn’t what my previous experience of Ms. McKeown’s music had led me to expect–and I mean this in the best possible way. The capacity to surprise is an excellent thing. Listening to WWBLB (as Terry and I shorthand it), I’ve found, can be a little like reading a decompressed sestina. And haven’t you always wanted to hear a really, really good song about The Columbian Exposition? Of course you have. Case closed!