Feeds:Seventh Sunday after Pentecost
It makes me nervous when prophets predict the future; I'd prefer that they stick to the present. But I guess that if one could pick what he preaches, he wouldn't be much of a prophet, would he?
Though, as ever, I'm talking about a lot of things at once, I'm prompted by Stay Positive, which came out (digitally, anyway) this past month. I'd been theorizing that Lifter Puller songs were mostly about trying to score drugs, and Hold Steady songs were mostly about the stuff that happens as a result of scoring drugs. Stay Positive appears, at second listen, to be mostly about things that can happen to students and growing old. On first listen, it kind of sounded like all the songs from the first three albums that I just wasn't that into. I'm kind of outraged that the one track I'd been looking forward to ever since seeing them with Art Brut on Halloween, "Ask Her for Some Adderall", got knocked off the album. Word is that it'll be one of the bonus tracks when the physical CD drops next month, but still. Laaaame.
So, I'm not going to be homeless yet, apparently, which I guess I'm relieved about; I spent four hours yesterday czeching out Edgewater and the actual apartment I'll be subletting. One block from a pizza parlor, one block from an Episcopal church, three blocks from a beach and the lakeshore bike path, four blocks from a bar I've been meaning to investigate, five blocks from a library, and within walking distance of Devon Market, home to what may very well be the greatest purchasable baked good on this earth. If it weren't so far away from everything else, I'd seriously consider trying to find a permanent place up there. But it is, and I'm going to spring for a monthly bus pass and get up at five thirty every single day. FUN.
Time to finnish packing. FUN.
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