My favorite song, at the moment. By the glorious Florence and the Machine. I love the build to it and the rhythms it manipulates. If the rest of the album is this good, I may buy it...and that's a big deal for me; I very rarely buy CDs. (But I won't buy it from Amazon, not till they tell me why they dropped two of my books.)
I first heard it on a rock station out of Toronto that broadcasts from the CN Tower. I listen to them on the way home from work (en route to work, the station is hijacked by a couple of idiots who love the sound of their own voices nattering over nonsense more than music so I now listen to classical in the mornings).
Right now, I have three of Loreena McKinnitt's albums. Her voice is bewitching...a Gaelic mirror to David Gahan's voice (he of Depeche Mode fame). I heard her work on Pandora.
I flew back from NYC on an earlier flight than I'd planned for, thinking I could get home and settled before dark, but a snowstorm kept us circling the airport for 45 minutes and by the time we landed night was settling in. I was so beat, I zoned and forgot to do my daily blog. I DID start inputting changes to "The Lyons' Den" -- stuff I'd written onto a printed copy. But as per my usual practice, I'm changing my changes as I input them and making other changes and doing a third draft as I input the second draft.
"Porno Manifesto" has a new fan living in Phoenix. He even thinks Alec is charming in an "Anti-social and Schizoid Personality Disorder" sort of way. I am most honored and pleased.
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