six different songs

PAS/CAL - You Were Too Old For Me

Hey, you kind of sound like A.C. Newman, but mostly in other songs with the harmonies.  You know.  Okay.

In East St. Louis a boy grabs a plate of food and this plate is unfortunately too hot for the layers of skin on his fingers.  These layers separate.  Oh dear.  The food is delicious but the boy is thinking about how senses are inhibited instead of how they can be enhanced.

In other news an elderly women who rides a bike for ten kilometres every day accidently breaks her favourite vase with a swinging bike helmet as she steps out into the humid air.  The magnitude of the tragedy isn’t clear but we know glue won’t help.

And then there’s me, listening to the New Pornographers and wondering when I’ll download The Blackened Air by Nina Nastasia (because Nastasia is better than the Pornos).  I can’t wait to hear it — it’s supposed to be her best, or close — but on the other hand let’s leave it alone for a little bit.  Let’s wait.  Okay.

(PAS/CAL are good; the best part about the song is that it sort of feels like six different songs.)