I love the whole "Making Movies" experience. In the liner notes "curb" is spelled "kerb." I bought this album when I was about 14, and I go through the same cyclic thing with it that I do with Sonic Youth's "Daydream Nation," Pink Floyd's "Animals," Dinosaur jr.'s "Where You Been?," Radiohead's "OK Computer," and now REM's "Up," which is to say that once in a while for no apparent reason I start going to sleep every night with one of these albums, which works its way fully into all day all night listening. I wish I lived alone so I controlled my sonic environment.

i love that album so much. my favorites are skateaway and romeo and juliet, i think i've mentioned that before. you must be having some sort of crisis, margret, because you are waxing some serious nostalgia.

Crisis? It's possible. But if so, it is subterranean to my consciousness. My awareness of self, surroundings, context, all that. Have I ever mentioned how spiritually bankrupt I find capitalism to be? And how I fear that it is killing all that might be graceful and fine in me (given the proper nurturance) with daily slings and arrows of not outrageous but thoroughly mundane fortune?

sounds like a crisis to me. this winter, i had a very nonspecific crisis about my life, what i was doing, my energy level, my relationship, my parenting skills, etc. it has subsided somewhat since the weather has picked up. those nonspecific malaise inducing crises are the worst, though.

Just to pop in- Mags- I do the same thing with albums (i.e. nighttime sleepy tunage working into all the time tunage.). O.K. Computer and Daydream Nation are recurring ones. Right now it's Brian Eno's soundtrack to the film "Apollo"... if you like Animals you'd like Eno's thing... and it might help with the malaise. I'm just naive enough to believe that the proper music can cure anything.

I waver between Before and After Science, Music for Airports, and Another Green World on occasion. But Eno makes me contemplative, and I'm maintaining a strict programme of introspection-avoidance right now. Plus, it doesn't rock like Daydream Nation: takes a teenage riot to get me out of bed! Thurston, Watt here. Thurston, didja find yer shit?