Well, not really. More on this later.
Happy Pitchers & Catchers Reporting Day! Sorry, I know I’ve been MIA for a bit but I’ve been busy and you know that must be true because my TiVo is full. If you could see my TiVo. Also, I have a ReplayTV and not a TiVo but that’s neither here nor there.
Anyway, a couple of follow-up items. Firstly, regarding my bemoaning the loss of a radio station that I don’t even receive, there’s actually a new rock radio station in New York and I do receive it! It’s called WRXP and it’s at 101.9. It’s basically rock of the 70′s, 80′s, 90′s, and today all mashed together. For instance, the other day I heard The Doors, Arctic Monkeys, and Soundgarden in close proximity, which was groovy, especially because Peace Frog is amongst my favorite Doors songs (who else could take a lyric like “there’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles!” and enable you to dance to it?). So give that a try if you are in or near our fine, fine city and its steroid-laced baseball players.
Next, kb asked me in a comment which I so rudely didn’t answer (because I knew I’d put it in my next post, I just didn’t know it would be three days later – sorry!) about the song I posted there. What is that smoky, mysterious Feist song in French? It sounds like an Erik Satie number! This is because it is, actually, just with Arthur H’s lyrics over it. And he’s joined by Feist. I really adore this song and as I said in the comment, the lyrics are sung so slowly that even I can understand them. If only I could sing as low as Arthur H and as high as Feist, I’d be set. Now as to where you can get it, uh, that’s trickier. It’s not available as a download on iTunes or Napster. So, you’ll be left to your own devices on that one. So, *cough*, here it is.
Arthur H a/Feist – La Chanson De Satie
If you like it, and I know you will, feel free to buy the whole album, it’s a reasonable $13.98 as of this writing at Amazon. I want to hear it just for the song called “Ma Dernière Nuit à New York City.”
Lastly, this isn’t a follow-up to anything, I just like snow, and it enabled me to title this post with its current header. And we finally got some. For a few hours. The guy at right has a shovel. I don’t. This is why I love living in New York.