Heaven on an Empty Meter Sunday, September 14, 2003

The Deists thought God was a blind watchmaker. Judging by the volume of the churchbells across the street, He is also deaf. Aren't you supposed to rest on the seventh day?

I see vast trouble ahead, in the form of the late, but lovely, Nancy LaMott. Her CD of Johnny Mercer songs, newly back in print with the rest of her catalog, arrived the other day, and I'm listening for the first time. My critical soul-mate Terry Teachout calls her the best cabaret singer he ever heard; Jonathan Schwartz closes every broadcast with one of her songs. I concur. What a wonderfully clear voice; completely "cabaret" but without the affectations and dramatics. More purchases in store.

On a related note, I think I'm giving up the iPod for a little bit. Or at least using it more sparingly. Hearing a couple of burnouts at the Steely Dan show talk about, well, hearing, convinced me to approach headphones warily. We are, after all, the first generation to have Walkmen et al for our whole listening lives; nobody knows what's going to happen to us forty or fifty years down the road.

If anybody thinks they ain't dangerous, and can refute my fears, I'd love to know. Seriously.

@ 7:30:00 AM,

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