Today's album: The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (Fiona Apple)
Length: 43 minutes
Activity: Treadmill run/walk
What listening to this album made me think of: Autumn evenings. My awesome plaid pants that I'd like to wear again soon around town. Walking around NYC in the chilly night air until that perfect cozy gastropub pops up—there had better be mussels fra diavolo and crusty warm bread to dip. A long, booze-soaked night listening to live music.
Review: I couldn't find my headphones, so it was hard to hear anything other than growls and raw anger and wailing over the whir of the treadmill. That worked well enough, though. I'll listen to this for real tomorrow while I'm working.
How I felt after: An angry and cynical yet determined robot.
Random fact I learned about this artist/album: Fiona Apple is referred to as "Feedy" on this album. That kind of creeps me out.
Why I'm doing this: See Day 1. Also jump-starting this again because I'm once more hovering on the edge of that slippery slope, as well as flirting with a return of my gestational diabetes (except I'm not gestating this time). My doctor wants to run bloodwork again in six months, and my birthday is coincidentally six months from today, so: to possible new beginnings, better blood, and traction.
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