I woke up this morning to discover a worrisome quantity of ice INSIDE my bedroom window (pictured above) and a forecast which promised that Minneapolis “will feel like -30F all day!”. At first, this prompted what I assume is the normal human reaction to -30 degree weather: I opted to stay in bed. When I finally ventured out (mittens and a hat indoors are a must around here) I found Becca in the Cave (80?), hunched over her computer, cramming in the final few facts for her 10am exam. I’ll be spending the day hunched over the heater thank you very much.
Onward!
There is nothing that destroys the Christmas mood like America’s seasonal tradition of re-releasing sexed up Perry Como hits for the millionth time, spicing up each with a new beat and breathy female lead in. My hat is off to _anyone_ who works in a shopping mall or convenience store where this dreck is pumped through the stereo 24/7. Nobody deserves that.
So I’m offering an alternative. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying ‘ Coeur de Pirate’ by Béatrice Martin lately. Great, easy album. It has the added benefit of being entirely in French, so I am blissfully unaware as to whether or not she can write decent lyrics. Check it out….