When I went to bed last night, my ankle felt just fine. When I awoke, it was searing with pain. The only possible explanation was that I was abducted by aliens by cover of darkness and given a most humiliating ankle probe. Oh, the humanity.
I feel I'd be remiss in my evangelical duty if I didn't point out the celebrity playlist from Stereolab on the iTunes Music Store.
Every now and then I'll cruise through the celebrity playlists, just for kicks. David Duchovny's got some funk. The Cure likes Nirvana and Mogwai. Reading the little one-line descriptions - even if they're faked by some marketing droid - is entertaining.
From the Stereolab playlist I purchased Barry Adamson and Grace Jones songs based solely on the 30 second clips and description from Laetitia.
One of the celebritys had a Gainsbourg song that I'm going to try to leech from Mena's collection. It was pretty good. Don't remember which, but I'll find it. One of the slogans, perhaps. Started with an E.