I know, it’s been a while, I’ve been spending a couple of weeks figuring out if it really is possible to cough up a lung, after many sleepless nights and a marriage on the edge* I’ve discovered it’s not. I’m not sure it was worth the trouble for the sake of science but there you go. Somethings have to be done.
In the meantime some good things happened through the coughing. Helplessness Blues by the Fleet Foxes is a more than worthy follow up to the first album and you should buy it now. Here’s a pretty taste with some big questioning lyrics to make the thinker in me very happy indeed.
“I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me”
*UPDATE: I’d like to confirm that my marriage isn’t on the edge. Hyberbole and sarcasm got the better of me. If my marriage was on the edge I don’t think I’d be writing about it here… but as the excellent husbandface pointed out, it’s not always good to joke about such things…