Dear reader (note the singular),
Well, the exams are over. So that's good. In fact they were over almost two weeks ago. Since then I've not actually been on a non-stop bender (turns out the pressure to have fun after Finals is almost as extreme as the pressure of Finals - almost), but I'll pretend I have by way of an excuse for not writing anything on here in a while.
I'll be back with a proper blog soon. In the meantime, continuing the trend of "ooh, I quite like this song": see if you don't warm to this track (Spotify required)
http://open.spotify.com/track/2LowZvH4PdX4E6wyQu9WBP
It's called But California and it's by Eg White. And it's a lovely little demo-ish slice of regret and opportunities missed and rediscovered.
I'm intrigued by Eg White, not just by his name (which has given rise to plenty of "Albumen of the Year"-type gags) but by his regular occupation. He describes himself as a whore. A songwriting whore, that is. This is the man responsible for Leave Right Now (Will Young), Chasing Pavements (Adele) and You Give Me Something (James Morrison). Although all these artists fall on the wrong side of the cool/taste police, it so happens that they're all cracking songs. Nice job, Eg.
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