random algorithmic whack-a-mole

In a sort of warm up for any future Big Listen and just for the general hell of it (what other good reason is there), I've been listening to every tenth CD in my collection. Today's list:

Miles Davis/doo-bop
Deconstruction
DJDAN Beats4Freaks
Drums&Tuba/Vinyl Killer

Yesterday:
Cordero/Cordero perdido en la ciudad
Cracker/Get Off This single
D'Angelo/Brown Sugar

And such and such.

It has the desired effect of confronting many skeletons in one's CD buying closet. One gets the pleasures of, say, not having to choose which Beatles CD to listen to, and the frustrations, of, say, landing on a stupid single in the middle of an otherwise full discography. Not to mention the headscratching of, say DJDAN. Of course, everything has it's story, and we'll be seeing Matt W. soon....

Finished Blood Meridian (first book, post-Abbeyfest), and can still feel the coagulation encrusting my skin. Took a much needed step back from the west and the deep churning burn in the soul, into the comfort of good old fashioned short stories with Jhumpa Lahiri's Interpreter of Maladies.

Also rediscovered the comfort of fine cinema with Ernst Lubitsch's Heaven Can Wait. Great Criterion disc. Watching Molly Haskell and Andrew Sarris talk was wonderful. One can actually lead a legitimate life, even in the perverted arts. Next up: Sullivan's Travels.

Good movies, engaging literature, any and all music...just need some tacos.