Frank Ocean has taught me to never trust anything close to a promised release date.

SO PUMPED

Got on a Bach kick earlier this week after watching a video dissecting the Little Fugue—-I somehow had never listened to any of the Violin Partitas, and wow.

Just listened to Beethoven's Missa Solemnis—-given that it had been recommended to me for going on ten years, it was a long time coming.

I keep meaning to give Anna Meredith a listen—-they raved about her on the All Songs Considered SxSW recaps. As in, they said her concerts were a life-altering transcendent experience.

Ha, I feel like I and everybody else came here for Kendrick, and was like, "Really?"

And, of course, April 7th. We have till then to get our shit together.

*Theaters,* yes. I thought 11/22 was a terrific adaptation, but find myself alone in that opinion in most circles.

It's not even close to my favorite King, but really the idea that any GOOD King adaptation might be on the horizon is such a rare planetary alignment.

This thread is absolutely resulting in a playlist in my library titled "We Shall All Be Healed."

I read an amazing comment on Genius about seeing him perform "4th of July" live, that apparently the "We're all gonna die" at the end vamps for minutes and minutes, as you go through stages of contextualization: Sufjan's realization of his mortality, the meaning of the line in the song, the deep internalization of…

Meanwhile, the live excerpts from "Planetarium" that have made their way to YouTube sound like an epic, sweeping return to form.

Yeah. In fact, I'd almost recommend trimming the "in-the-present" material to accentuate that the flashback is the point.

Is it SoS or DT where they hypnotize that guy to have regular bowel movements for the rest of his life?

Wizard is far and away my favorite DT novel. I should give it another read to see if it holds up as an adult, but as a teenager I'm pretty sure it was the most invested I had ever been in a book. The last third, watching it all fall apart, destroyed me.

[SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY]

The two dog murders (Hockstetter and the fridge, and Henry offing Mike's dog) probably stick with me more than anything else in the book.

Let Ben speak! Let Ben speak!

Oh Tim Rice. Of all the lyricists, you are certainly one of them.

Don't remind me. :-(