I was reminded tonight of my life in Detroit driving up and down Woodward Avenue. Up and down, up and down. My car didn’t have a CD player, only a tape deck. The tape I had was one side dubbed with Björk’s Post and the other side with Homogenic. So many ups and downs on Woodward that after two years the tape was deteriorating to the point where the song “Pluto” sounded like it was imploding rather than exploding. Once getting to “All is Full of Love,” Björk’s voice was sounding more like Stephen Merritt’s than Siouxsie Sioux’s. “Headphones” was an audio reading from Nick Cave. It was sad and that was some lonely driving around.
(That’s some of Merlin Mann’s clackity right there.)