it's that little souvenir of a terrible year. . .

people I see, weary of me showing my good side. if you've never listened to the Sundays, you NEED to. they're slow at producing CDs/albums, but I've found them worth the wait. maybe it's just me seduced by Harriet Wheeler's siren-like voice, or perhaps it's David Gavurin's guitar work. it's all very similar to whenever I first listened to the Smiths and wondered how Johnny Marr got his guitars to do what they did in the studio.

and the devil in me said go down to the shed. . .