Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Mood:  party time!
Now Playing: House is on!
Topic: britta and dean
So, it's my best girl's birthday.
What better way to commemorate this occasion than by actually posting in this thing?

Two summers ago, I heard a snatch of a song on TV. It was early in the morning, or late at night, and all I remember is stumbling around my room in the dark, feeling around for my remote so I could turn it up and see what was going on. Most likely, my television was stuck on one of the Music Choice stations that comes with our digital cable package, but I like to imagine it was some sort of divine intervention that caused those dulcet tones to meet my ears. The Forces Of The Universe wanted me to hear that song.
It ended before I could find out anything more about it, and I walked around for days thinking to myself:

You make the ice melt, the butter run
You are the ink stain, you are the one.

I googled it, and after five hours of searching (off and on), I found out it was called Night Nurse by Britta Phillips and Dean Wareham, whom you might recognize as members of Luna. Yes, the band that is blinded by Lovedust.

"Night Nurse" is possibly one of the most enchanting songs I've ever had the pleasure of listening to. It's one of those lush, sonic experiences that changes your life. Or something like that.

My lid is flipped!

But I'm also including the song, Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene. Not only because P-Trish is turning seventeen, but because I've been listening to this song almost non-stop since the other day. It's such a simple, repetitive song, but it's so damned addictive. My heart goes pitter patter every time I hear Emily Haines coo,
Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me

Happy birthday, Trish!