Life During Wartime

And now, a nice little "what the hell have you been up to" post. Two weekends ago was Pitchfork Music Fest, 2007 version. Highlights: Day 1, Sonic Youth playing through the entirety of Daydream Nation. Good sets by Battles and Cat Power on Day 2 (despite Chan Marshall's incessant apologizing for the sound quality, now instead of stage fright she seems to suffer from chronic perfectionism). Dashed expectations on Day 3, as Of Montreal try to be the Flaming Lips with an overwrought stage show rife with senseless drama; on up-side, Jamie Lidell's turntable soul was better than expected while Menomena's set was great and could have been longer.
Overall, at $50 for three days of music, you get a lot more bang for the buck out of Pitchfork than Lollapalooza.
Observed: Guys in super skinny jeans, girls in go-go boots, crazy long port-a-potty lines, a number of infants and young kids, and not as much sunburn this year as last year.

My laundry room is now lilac coloured. Which is a vast improvement over the burnt orange.

I devoured the Harry Potter book this weekend. It was good. Too bad about Ron and Hermione getting killed, though. The obvious parallels between Deathly Hallows and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory were a bit much, though; I think Rowling might take some heat for that one. Or perhaps they can get Johnny Depp to play Voldemort for the seventh movie.

The new job is going well. It's good to destroy everything and start over once in a while.