My neighbours must hate me. With my current erratic sleeping patterns, I've been pottering about the place at all times, day and night. And mostly night.
Today I went through some of my music collection which is still mostly vinyl and CD (no mp3s in this vintage household !), trying to decide what to keep and what to give away.
At the moment, I'm mainly exploring my New Wave records. Something about that music - souvenirs of teenage depression, angst and longing - appeals to my current job-seeking, slightly heart-broken self. I haven't listened to those records in over a decade and now I wonder why it took me so long to "rediscover" them. This is some seriously good shit.
Uh, one more for the road ! Another classic. (And a belated happy birthday to Mr Dylan).
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief"... basically sums it all up.
Have a good night everybody.