The Evening Mouthful

(Am I the only one who thinks Shearmur’s K-Pax is a fabulous album? I ask because I feel like listening to a trippy keyboard score after 3 hours of Rozsa, Victor Young, Korngold, Hisaishi and Goldenthal… plus I think I’m an alien. Or was that the Great Gonzo? I can never tell anymore, not since I woke up at 3 AM locked in the attic restroom and realized I didn’t know how to operate a doorknob anymore…)

(As a quick non sequitor, I find myself really enjoying the feel of corduroy on the back of my knees. And flannel does a good job of absorbing wayward saliva.)