I don't know if it works this way for other people, but I find there is a lot of music I loved in my younger days that I can no longer listen to -- not because I stopped liking it, but because it resurrects the time when I was listening to it with a clarity I don't care to experience.

Today in the shower, apropos of absolutely nothing, I realized that R.E.M. has lost that weight for me. I am totally digging out Fables of the Reconstruction later.

I wish this would happen with The Cure, but I doubt it ever will.

Forensics Noir journal auction ends later today. The other items have a few more days yet.

I did not plant either the Madagascar bottle tree or the Confederate jasmine, but I did do some other stuff in the yard, fixed the latch on the gate leading to our alley that either a bad guy or the cops chasing him broke yesterday (typical backyard-express chase in the 'hood; no other harm done, at least not to us), took care of some eBay stuff, and mailed a small but lovely novel-finishing gift to greygirlbeast.

Tonight the Eagles play at the New Orleans Arena, and Chris and I will not be there. *KUT KUT KRI KRI*, as flemco said yesterday about an entirely different matter. I set my alarm the morning tickets went on sale, but slept through it. They were sold out by the time I got online, and we could not justify paying $195 apiece for not-all-that-great bootleg seats. I don't care what anyone says, I love the goddamn Eagles in all their cheesiness and fakeass-shitkicker glory. Chris already saw them years ago on the Hotel California tour, but they are one of the two big stadium bands (Led Zeppelin being the other) that I never got to see and would still like to.

And in the master's chamber
They gather for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast!

(Thanks to Chris, I can never hear those lines without thinking of the Frasier episode "The Seal Who Came to Dinner.")

I stopped listening to music while writing 15 years ago, but I find that I like to play it while working on the blank books. So far, Johnny Cash suits me best, with various '70s cheese (Al Stewart, Gordon Lightfoot, Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffett) coming in a close second.