Bjork
I would think I would still very much like to meet and tunes with Bjork, I know it actually. But something has happened to me over the last 10 years or so. I hear her lately coming from coworkers ipods at work. We all have the same reaction when she is tossed out of the world of shuffle, we slowly walk over and skip the whatever is playing, though I do remember letting All Is Full Of Love float freely during a rain storm this past summer. I own a bunch of Bjork on LP, bu just don’t pull those records out to relax to, though I may this coming record spinning thing. But yeah, she has just been hitting this part of my brain that causes discomfort. Kinda rough, because I know she is a dope person most likely. But then again, every since I saw that Matthew Barney piece with her heavily in it , in that art house theater in Manhattan. I felt tricked into watchin’ that fool. So as sweet as they may be for each other, and I hope they are, I’m somehow falling out of love with her music. I say this now, but perhaps I’ll peep Medula in headphones tonight, coasting to sleep that way.