My Excused Absence From the Interweb
"Grandpa died. Here's the paper. Can I make up my work now?"
"Our condolences, little Johnny. Here's your fractions worksheet."
Well, here, in ascending order of importance, are my excuses for not writing on my blog. I have the papers to prove that one of them exists.
This, A Walk Across the Rooftops, was the final installment of a four-piece collection of records I have by The Blue Nile. Being their earliest one, it originated from an equipment company hiring the band to record something to show off the quality of the recording hardware. The music was so good that the company formed a record label just to sell it. I'll stop geeking out now. See me if you want to hear more.
My parents got this for me for Christmas, and it's already warming me heart with its quirky personality. Sonically, the grace of Excuse #2 is a little more subsumed than that of the album, but it's undeniably present nonetheless. Said the interweb to the typewriter, "We are displeased." Said the typewriter, "Perhaps I could tell you a story. That might cheer you up."
I've had this one since October. Its aesthetics are not as refined as either the album or the typewriter, but its sheer sonic range exceeds them both. Also, it poops, pees, vomits, cries, eats, sleeps, babbles, wiggles, smiles, watches, and is in general the prettiest of the three.
Sorry for any delays in blog updates. I am occupied. I shall endeavor to improve.