Welcome to the first--and, based on my attention span, quite possibly the final--posting of goodness from Corey. I feel the need to go outdoors, so I will be shortly leaving for a walk or jog or trip to Hot Corner for a pastry (yes, I realize the disparity of those choices. Welcome to my interstellar myocardium).
About twenty minutes previous to now, wracked by intense boredom, I turned on the Agassi-Federer match. But fate seemed already sealed in New York, so the match provided little entertainment. I glanced over at a deck of cards that has randomly wound up on my coffee table at some point during the wanton recklessness that occurred friday evening, and thought, "hey, haven't played solitare in awhile..." Luckily, before I finished dealing the game, I thought better of my actions, put the cards away, and saved myself from the deep shame spiral that would have certainly come with a completed game of solitare. Idle hands...
Also, I downloaded the new Fiery Furnaces album. Now, for those of you who don't know, the Fiery Furnaces are a brother-sister band that play a weird sort of multi-movement pop not unlike the Who at their most cinematic or, perhaps, Meatloaf's "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" (only with a shit-ton more keyboards). topics very, but include an 9 and a half minute opus about pirates overtaking a ship full of blueberries. The experience provides an equal number of moments where one thinks "wow, that's really catchy," and "wow, what the fuck is going on here?"
Said new album, entitled "rehearsing my choir," is a lose concept album about their grandmother. This grandmother actually offers her vocal stylings throughout the album. The result is strange, but also really neat. They're playing the 40 Watt on September 20th (sans Grandma, i think, unfortunately), if anyone is interested in attending (Katie, who is thoroughly annoyed by the band, has offered to attend with me if i absolutely need somebody to go with, but I'd rather not put her through that ordeal unless it's absolutely necessary).