Listening to Kate & Anna McGarrigle, and it’s soothing. It’s really a lie on the bed-type of LP but I’ve already managed to snooze away enough of today. It’s an album that manages to transform Loudon’s the Swimming Song into something… more. Something with emotional meaning. It’s hard to be in a foul mood to this.

I wanted to write something about the cover, but it seems a bit silly. The subtle lightness of the blacks, I can’t translate it. It needs its paper (hence no photo of it, go out and buy it, well worth the money). What else has Gail Kenney photographed? I only get lots of wedding things when I google — and my google skills are around 19 + bonuses — and if that’s her, then it’s a huge waste of talent.