live through this and you won't look back

This night was looooong. I got about 25ish CDs at the radio show. Added 1GB of music to my computer. We were there from 1am to 6am. Whew.

There was a song I started listening to, and it nearly made me cry. I'm listening to it again. The girl's voice is just... wow.

It is the season of new mix CDs. For now, I'm going to set up my iTunes to start gathering track information for my new music. And then I'm going to SLEEP.

Goodnight, finally. Hee.

"I'm not sorry I met you, I'm not sorry it's over, I'm not sorry that there's nothing to say."

Mmm, music.

The artists I picked up last night/this morning:

The Arcade Fire
Chuck Prophet
Clem Snide
Cruiserweight
De Novo Dahl
Downtown Singapore
The Fiery Furnaces
Hidden Cameras*
The Icicles
Joanna Newsom
Jolie Holland
Lifter Puller
Marianne Faithfull
matt pond PA
Neva Dinova
Pony Up!
The Raveonettes
Robbers on High Street
Rootless Cosmopolitans
Shivaree
Stars
Sweatin' Like Nixon
Ted Leo*
Unguided Missile
Waterproof Blonde

*I already had some of these kids, but I got more! Yay!

Everything was just so GOOD!

Oh, and after looking through the latest copy of Vogue, I would like to say that I am so. freaking. glad. that round toed shoes are back in full force.

I only slept 4 hours, because it's sunny and I just can't stay in bed!

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Your prose is this living thing. It's a lover who wakes up and whispers fitful remnants of dreams into my hair. Who kisses my forehead and says, "You are the only person who knows me so well. You are the only person who matters." Who can never be known, really, but who shares more with me than with anyone.

That's why you'd do so well if you were published. Every reader would feel as if they were your first/last/only audience, so single and special, so nearly your lover.

[Edited to add: If you'd like to see pictures from last night at the radio station, look under the cut.]

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