Much neglected

Yeah, I haven’t been very mindful of this site in the last few weeks. The office has kept me busy, and I’ve been taking classes this semester, so about the only thing I can squeeze in is an occassional post about former members of Number Girl.

I’ve been meaning to review quite a number of albums I’ve been listening to in the last few months. At the risk of stealing my own thunder, maybe I’ll do the Television Without Pity practice of writing a “reviewlet” before replacing it with a full-fledge review. Or I could do what my friend Jette does with her six-minute reviews.

But really, I’m just writing out loud right now.

I am, however, planning to write about:

Madonna, Confessions on a Dancefloor Because anything is an improvement over American Life, but this one moreso.
Enya, Amarantine Just to play up some imaginary sibling rivalry between her and Bridin, reviewed previously.
Kate Bush, Aerial Because 12 years is a fucking long time to wait.
todde, I dedicate D chord Because it’s actually a pretty good effort.
Sigur Rós, Takk … Because it’s my favorite album of the year.
Bob Mould, Body of Song Because gay men can’t rock, but Bob Mould can.

Consider this list an accountability measure.