On the way to work:
Trilly flutes, springy step, green, wind gusts pushing pollen, silly birds, snap peas, silk
Wood Cabin - Saint Etienne
The sweet keys and the drums, the trumpet, all the little touches and frills. It’s a melancholy stride at dusk.
Stephen Thomas and Tim Sendra described Saint Etienne as "skillful sonic architects;" those are the words I use for one of my dearest friends. That's the name of the position I want him to fill at Family Friend.
On the way home from work:
For Phoebe Still a Baby - Cocteau Twins
Language of Flowers - Pale Saints
When I'm Thinking About You - The Sundays
Young World - Slow Pulp
The Worst Taste In Music - The Radio Dept.
I Can't Stop (Holding On) - The Cleaners from Venus
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