Monday music: Lo and behold. And “Glee.” And Weird Al love.

I’m tired, but in that good way – the fatigue of someone reclining with a beer on a deck after many long and fruitful hours of being busy and important. Looks like I’ve finally been able to express why I love Dolores Haze so much, for one thing. Check out The Second Pass in general, while you’re at it. Many happy hours of reading, even if you don’t have the time (and who does? And does it matter? No. The heroes of The Master and Margarita protested about Dostoevsky being immortal for a reason – not just because they were trying to screw with the poor lady who minded the sign-in sheet at Griboyedov’s. Books matter).


Love Comes to Me – Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Nascente – Céu
Waiting – the Devlins
Learning to Fly – Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
What Do I Get – the Buzzcocks
Pretend – Shelby Lynne
Don’t Ask for the Water – Ryan Adams
Don’t Say No – Patrick Wolf
Over and Over – Hot Chip
Meet Me in the Garden – Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele

On a completely unrelated note, here is my favourite quote from “Glee”:

“I guess I just don’t have a gag-reflex!”
“One day, when you’re older, that will turn out to be a gift.”


And I know that I’ve promoted the following video a number of times, and you know what? I don’t care. It never gets old. It NEVER gets old:

Instead of a homemade Star Trek uniform, I just have dorky books. Still. You got my number, Al.

3 thoughts on “Monday music: Lo and behold. And “Glee.” And Weird Al love.

  1. natalia – that was a beautifully written review. beauty however is still skin deep and i will personally always be unconvinced of Lolita’s merit. i still think you’re kidding yourself when you claim that Lolita can offer consolation. i think finding true consolation would mean rejecting a book that is as insidious and purposefully lacking in morals as Lolita, but what do i know?

  2. CL,

    The fact that VN neglects to offer an obvious, ham-handed disclaimer does not mean that his exploration of darkness constitutes an endorsement. Quite the opposite, in fact. By avoiding the shadows altogether, one develops a peculiar sort of blindness. You fail to recognize them as they envelop you from within.

    Black-and-white is easier, certainly. But I’ve always found more beauty — and moral clarity — in the world of grey.

    Just a thought.


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