julie_doiron_and_the_wooden_stars raze this album sounds like winter feels. it paints a picture in my head of one specific snow-strewn day of my life. i took a cab to get to angela's place. the driver was friendly in a surly sort of way. i gave him a good tip and he told me he hoped i got laid. the guy angela had been living with for a while was leaving when i was on my way in. they were breaking up. he was grabbing some of his things. he shook my hand. it was strange without being awkward. i don't think he knew who i was. i don't think i did either. angela let me read something she wrote in her diary when she first heard my music. there was a sketch of what she thought i looked like, and something about her chest exploding with relief. i was wearing the same shirt i'm wearing now. i'll probably be wearing it when i die. whenever that might be. she gave me her keys so i could lock up when i was ready to go. she had a meeting at cjam. she was the treasurer then. i was surprised she trusted me that much. i spent a while hanging out with her cat. i talked. he listened. he looked at me like he understood what i was telling him. i thought about washing the dishes that were piled up in the kitchen. angela told me later it was a good thing i didn't do that. it would have really pissed her off. i left when it started getting dark. i brought her keys to her at the station. she said i could have left them in the mailbox. she was wearing those big black glasses that made her look like an art student. which she was. i don't know why some music on a spinning piece of plastic i didn't own then and wouldn't hear until a long while later makes me think of a time it doesn't belong to. it just does. 250104 what's it to you? who go blather from