I haven't been around much lately, both literally and figuratively. I'm blogging now, in fact, from the worst hotel room in NYC. (That's probably an exaggeration, but my room is wee, there is ONE outlet, and the bathroom is so dim I had to go to my interview this morning wondering whether my blush looked appropriate or clownish, because I couldn't tell.)
But I've had some pretty great run-ins with PA music recently, so that's what I'm going to blather on about:
First--Quizno's. I've said it before and I'll say it again: this sub chain plays good freaking music. I walked in on Tegan and Sara and walked out on Tracy Bonham's gorgeous "Something Beautiful," smoked turkey-on-focaccia-no-onions-and-half-sauce-please in hand.
Next--Starbucks at 53rd (?) and 8th. They had some kind of bizarre trip-hop going when I walked in, but they switched it to Elvis Costello and XTC's "Senses Working Overtime" right before I left for my interview, which I (rightly) took as an auspicious sign for how my day would turn out.
Finally--my hotel room might suck, but the lobby is posh as hell, and in the elevator? Kaiser Chiefs' "I Was Born to Be a Dancer." Not my fave song on the album, but it did remind me that I haven't listened to them in awhile and I could stand to do so. Like, right now.
Also, I'm totally tipsy on one glass of wine. I'm the world's cheapest date.
Goodbye, New York. We'll see each other again next summer, I'm sure, or possibly sooner, if I decide I need to "meet more people" someplace prior to Dec. 1. Now, the hard part of deciding begins, and I don't know what I'm going to do. Sigh.