We have a perfectly valid reason for not posting yesterday – it was Opening Day, and we were at a bar. The Mets won their opener, which is not a real indicator of anything in the larger theme of the 2009 baseball season, but it was nice to see the bullpen lock it down for Johan.
If you’re interested in what comes out today, you can check it out here. New Doves, new one from The Tragically Hip, etc. Not a bad week.
Also, we’re breaking things up a bit, rearranging days, so my 1000 Minutes will be today, the weekly Smörgåsbord will be tomorrow, and Dave’s 1000 Minutes will come Friday. I think that’s what we agreed on, but don’t hold me to it. Let’s get after it.
In an album that is full of songs I love, this one stands out above the rest. It’s simple, apologetic and accompanies regret well. You know those times when you make a large choice, but aren’t sure then if you’ve made the right one? You know, like getting medium fries instead of paying 20 cents more for a large? Or breaking up with a significant other?
Rogue Wave isn’t as polished on this album as they are on Asleep at Heaven’s Gate. It’s a bit more sonic, swirly guitar than what they have done since. It’s a beautiful album.
I remember buying musicforthemorningafter at the recently defunct Circuit City, dropping a sawbuck down on someone I hadn’t heard before. It was a good chance to take. “On Your Side” was my end-of-a-night-of-drinking song for a while, and it ended up on a more than a few mix CDs. It reminds me of the smell of cigarettes in the summer and $5 all-you-can-drink Labatts on Wednesday nights – a cheaper, more hazy time of my life.