Once every four weeks, I work a shift on a Tuesday that finishes at seven in the evening. It's become something of a ritual that I leave work and head up to Little Italy to visit Soundscapes Records. As I've mentioned before, Soundscapes is one of the best shops in the city. It's just a small store but it has pretty much everything you could want, from the newest indie stuff to jazz to classical and all the stops in between.
Today, I picked up three brand new discs:
Regina Spektor's far - back in university, I listened to way too much Tori Amos. Regina Spektor is kind of like Tori Amos with a sense of humour. She writes weird and funny songs from strange perspectives that kill me. I have pretty high hopes for this disc.
God Help The Girl - Belle and Sebastian's Stuart Murdoch as pop svengali - writing and producing a story set to music. Murdoch is one of those musicians that can seemingly do no wrong so I had to pick this one up.
Larry Jon Wilson - this is the disc I've been listening to since I got home last night. A fairly obscure singer songwriter who rose and faded back in the 70s, Wilson has put together a disc of stripped down voice and guitar songs that echo the greats - Kristofferson, Van Zandt, Cash's American recordings - but doesn't feel out of place on Drag City, the label that is home to Bill Callahan and Will Oldham. I love it.
In other news, I went fishing last weekend for the first time in years. My father and I went out for a bit, just rowing down the lake a ways. I really need to get out more often (fishing, that is). Is there anything more relaxing than a well placed cast on a sunny day? Next time, though, I will remember to put suntan lotion on my legs. I knew there was a reason I always wear pants.
There's fish in there somewhere. . . Even if we didn't find any on Sunday.