Every night for the past few nights a dense fog has descended on our dingy little town, a grey mist with headlights cutting through it on their way uptown. It’s like whatever god is using Barrie as a wind tunnel to study the aerodynamic properties of backwater mid-size commuter cities.
Apparently there’s a new Matt Mays album and I wasn’t informed. It’s put forth as the soundtrack to a film that doesn’t exist. The album’s website contains a trailer for the unfilm, which gets extra points for featuring Sam Roberts as an Australian hick with a straw hat and a pickup truck.
12-year-olds are belly dancing in the mall. I’m going home 90 minutes early and may God have mercy on us all.
And they said “store it in a cool, dry place.”
I have an apartment and the whole scene reminds me of my favorite Traveling Wilburys song, an excerpt of which follows:
I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no [...]