Today's album: Booth and the Bad Angel (Tim Booth and Angelo Badalamenti)
Length: 48 minutes
Activity: Stretching
What listening to this album made me think of: I had to take some time off to start this thing, even though I tried to start it in August. I went down for an extended visit with my parents in Florida, and between eight-hour workdays followed by 10-hour theme park/kid shifts, there was no free time. Zero. Zip. Which was fine for bonding, but not for things like this. Whatever this is.
So now I'm back. This album reminds me of the second time (out of three) I returned to the same trade-publishing house in the industrial park that I fled shortly out of college to become an "entrepreneur" (more on that with a few future albums in my collection).
The powers-that-be stuck me this time around in an office in No Man's Land (probably to spite me for leaving the first time), and I was free to fill this dead zone all day long with my glorious music. The only other person was who there with any regularity was a woman named Esther who managed a magazine for the industrial paint industry. She was nice, though I did some freelance work for her once proofreading a chart all about specialty veneers, which made me want to blow my brains out.
Anyway, I listened to this album over and over that year, especially when I was bent over that chart.
Review: This is one of my favorite albums (it's the guy from James and the guy who did the instrumental Twin Peaks music). It's just lovely. I don't have much else to say.
How I felt after: The way I usually feel after listening to this album—a little haunted, a little like I'm falling out of the sky, a lot like getting into my car and speeding down to the ocean in the middle of the night and drinking myself into a stupor.
Random fact I learned about this artist/album: Tim Booth played Judas in a Passion play.
Why I'm doing this: See Day 1.
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