I’m killing a little time before the opening keynote address at Computers in Libraries. Got settled in yesterday. I did catch the Lincoln exhibit at the Smithsonian but didn’t do much else. The long day of travel wore me out more than I had realized until I actually contemplated more walking. So I settled for dinner and relaxing at the hotel for a few hours. I did notice that the National Mall looks like hell; the grass is in serious need of help. No doubt the usual effect of winter combined with the tramping of a gazillion feet during the President’s inauguration less than two months ago.
Listened to the Decemberists new album, The Hazards of Love, yesterday on the plane. I pre-ordered it from Amazon in the hopes that I would get it on the release day (last Tuesday). It still hadn’t arrived on Friday; that’s the last time I pre-order music. If I can’t get it right away, what’s the point? I’ll just go to Best Buy. Anyway, my friend Mike ripped his copy for me so I could bring it along. I asked him what he thought and he simply said “Dark. Very Dark”. Having listened to it now, I think that’s a pretty good description. Very dark. More like The Tain than, say, Castaways and Cutouts. Colin and Co. had moved in this direction a bit for their last album, The Crane Wife, and seem to have continued in the same vein but even more. I’ll need to listen to it a few more times before I have anything intellegent to say about the songs themselves.
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