It's been about a week and a half since my last post, when I quietly lamented the end of summer vacation and prepared for the beginning of the school year. Well, that year is well underway now, and I can attest to that because I left my desk covered in papers representing any number of issues that would have benefited from my attention, but I was too tired to care, and you know, it was just so ungodly humid in my room today that I couldn't see a reason to spend give more minutes in there than I absolutely had to. A lot easier to work on things at home in the air conditioned air on days like this. A lot of things have been going on there in the past week, more than enough story lines beginning to flesh out a lengthy novel as always, but tonight my head is elsewhere.
A couple days ago while exploring my iTunes library I came across an album that I haven't played in a long, long time, and if memory serves I only played a handful of times when I first got it. And right now, I literally cannot get this thing out of my head.
The D in DaM introduced this to me years ago. The band is called Giraffe. The album is "The View From Here." And right now I don't want to take time away from listening to it to even describe how beautifully constructed this album is. But the sad thing about my musical taste being as admittedly esoteric as it often is? Good luck ever finding this album on CD. Not on iTunes, not even on Amazon. I guess if you ever want to appreciate how great this is, you aren't going to get much of a chance. Talk about an unappreciated genius departing before his time....
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