Music to stare moodily out the window to
Oct. 28th, 2005 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumI got a Jeff Buckley CD. I liked his version of Hallelujah (not as much as Leonard Cohen's but still) and thought I might like some of his other stuff, so after dinner (three guesses where we ate and the first two don't count) we went next door to "Abbie Road" where this lovely aging rocker guy sells CDs and I got "Grace". So points to me for getting something actually made after 1989. Sad that he is dead though.
It is a nice album. (Album? CD? I still call them 'records' in my head. I can't help it.) Mellow, that's for sure, but pretty.
So do any of you young folk want to recommend to me some groups/singers you think I might like? Get me out of the 80s?
Oh, and in the 'I'm a total spazmo' category, Charlie and I are walking down the dark alley towards our car - Husband was still in the CD store, and I hear a noise. I turn to see what it was, thinking it was Husband, and there is nothing there. Before I can process this, however, I trip over this long cement step and fall flat on my face, scraping my thigh and ankle in the process. Most people who trip in dark alleys after hearing a mysterious noise tend to get brutally murdered by whatever serial killer/Zombie Clown/Vampire happens to be lurking there but fortunately I got away with a couple of bruises. My 'doggie bag' of chicken, however, didn't make it.
It is a nice album. (Album? CD? I still call them 'records' in my head. I can't help it.) Mellow, that's for sure, but pretty.
So do any of you young folk want to recommend to me some groups/singers you think I might like? Get me out of the 80s?
Oh, and in the 'I'm a total spazmo' category, Charlie and I are walking down the dark alley towards our car - Husband was still in the CD store, and I hear a noise. I turn to see what it was, thinking it was Husband, and there is nothing there. Before I can process this, however, I trip over this long cement step and fall flat on my face, scraping my thigh and ankle in the process. Most people who trip in dark alleys after hearing a mysterious noise tend to get brutally murdered by whatever serial killer/Zombie Clown/Vampire happens to be lurking there but fortunately I got away with a couple of bruises. My 'doggie bag' of chicken, however, didn't make it.
