And we will become a happy ending

I feel totally ruled by entertainment lately. I've watched the season finale of Doctor Who once a day since it aired on Saturday. I made it through the first three seasons of Scrubs again. I did my eMusic thing and got an album from Deastro. I felt ready to declare this the summer of Page France, but now my musical mood is shifting towards David Thomas Broughton. I bought physical copies of two Songs: Ohia cds that I previously could only listen to on my computer thanks to the iTunes store. "Person Pitch" by Panda Bear joined my vinyl collection. Knitting has gone by the wayside, but I've been playing tennis, so I guess that's something. Oh, and the Fourth was all beer and burgers and friends and fireworks! Like this:

Cokemachineglow.com : David Thomas Broughton: David Thomas Broughton vs. 7 Hertz

This is why I read cokemachineglow.

Truth be told, I go weak in the knees for DTB. Whatever presumptions prove “mini” to be a dumb way to market Broughton’s latest release, the record is every bit as devastating as the sun is hot and Jesus was sagely bearded – which is to imply that expectations have been met and Broughton’s caste-like reformation into something of a grotesque demagogue is coming to fruition.

Cokemachineglow.com : David Thomas Broughton: David Thomas Broughton vs. 7 Hertz