But there are always happy things to find. I have been carving out half an hour on the way home from the hospital to explore Salt Lake City's record shops. Leafing through new and vintage LPs, people-watching the characters who inhabit such places, and exploring obscure music. Trevor would say 'not obscure, just really weird' music. My three favorite finds from the last week:
I picked this one because the kid at Graywhale told me her voice would "melt you into a puddle." I'm always up for some good puddling. He was absolutely right, and I'm absolutely crazy about this album. Its been on constant play today.