Argle bargle. Yesterday’s parties and generally gadding about LA were great but so far today has been little but zoning, sleeping and a bit of eating. A necessary balance. Therefore, in lieu of greater detail:
- Robert Forster‘s The Evangelist is unsurprisingly a lovely album, emotional and moving almost by default but in a way that suits both his style and honors the memory of his Go-Betweens partner Grant McLennan. An album that shouldn’t've existed in a better world, but which in this imperfect one is a welcome addition.
- I will be quite glad to not hear about a certain president’s daughter’s intimate wedding again. In fact I’ll be quite glad to not hear about any of that family again, really.
- Couple of updates on blog links — my friend Andrea Reyna‘s got her blog up as she’s posting from Serbia, and doubtless will have things to say about today’s election, while a question from a friend prompted me to think of Laina Dawes’s great blog, Writing is Fighting.
- And for Mother’s Day mom got Dorothy Dunnett‘s exquisite The Game of Kings, which I recommend to anyone who loves historical novels, mysteries and entertaining novels in general. In these days of extremely elaborate TV series as extended movies in miniature I see no reason why Dunnett’s works in general couldn’t result in something spectacular.
All for now. More sleep and listening and zoning calls.
