You've Changed, Man

This is probably my most-listened-to/favorite Jars of Clay album.
If I Left the Zoo.
Floopy Sarah once said, in regards to their newest album that they aren't as cool and appealing as they used to be... back when they were solidly organic and then the branched into distortions and touched on different genres. Which is good. And they expanded from their totally raw first album and-I know niche isn't really a good word to use when a band should develop-but they were aware, at least, of their niche. They knew what they were good at, what made them into a big deal and sprung off from there. They had a grasp of instrumentality and they knew how to mix sounds together.
I s'pose I haven't heard much of Good Monsters.... and, apparently, it's a touch back to the rock influences they had when they were starting off as a band...
Who We Are Instead, I remember, had a lot of songs I appreciated (a few that I absolutely hated too) but I think my initial thought was that they attempted to be concise or simplistic or whatever but they came off as lazy. I should listen to it again.
I didn't realllllly like the Redemption Songs they did. At all? Well, maybe a bit.
I don't know.

It's a campus visit day today - there are prospy kids giggling and sitting behind me playing cards. The kids that were tiny and squeaky voiced when were were seniors are here, ready to pay tuition and attend our classes and play football with us next fall. It's freaking us (Ben is here too, flipping out over his Organic Chem. test) out man.

I was going to get to bed at ten frickin' thirty last night and get... twelve hours of sleep. BUT, I remembered I had a psych paper due today on homosexuality. So I stayed up doing that, kicking ass at that, and then I woke up a bit from that because of the Cherry Coke and the conversations and the James Dobson spewing shit and telling a wide array of scientists that they suck at their jobs. I like that guy... but anyway, I got to bed, after paying my dues, around four AM. I was going to shower this morning. It didn't happen, but no one said has said anything... yet. Thank God for deodorant. What a weird word. De-odor-ant.

Is the plural for panini, panini? I want to make food... for a living...? George Orwell's story about killing an elephant is from his time as a policeman in Burma. Awesome. It's a great story.

Jars of Clay - Goodbye, Goodnight
Gorillaz - Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head