autolycus

Been listening to Pulp's "This is Hard Core" since - well, it seems since as long as I can remember. But it was probably really only since Tuesday. Tuesday: long drive home to my house in the woods from the play rehearsal in town. Don't get out much since my son was born almost 2 years ago, but when I do I like to crank the music on the iPod - my iPod full of stuff I haven't had the time to listen to yet. Suddenly, soaring Brit-pop anthems tempered by lyrics about the realities of growing old. Singing along at the top of my voice even though I don't know all of the words - it's impossible not to - propelled along by the stadium-big guitar. But then reality hits, gotta be quiet the kid's asleep: cool grooves, like Ziggy Stardust fronting Portishead.

I can't believe I've discovered this album ten years late, but then ten years ago I probably wasn't old enough to recognize how great this album is. I can't stop playing it through my headphones. I'm listening to it now. And then I'll go to bed. And listen to it again tomorrow. Lyrics give way to synthesized waves of sound - a single shimmering mobius-strip chord that goes on and on, finding infinity in the confines of a twisted paper grocery list as the baby sleeps in the room next door.

Bye bye.