or even Yes!

[jlh]

One of the funniest things I've heard in a while, Robyn Hitchcock on Syd Barrett:

It wasn't until [the album] Barrett that it just seemed so real. This imploded middle-class mother's boy from Cambridge was speaking absolutely to me as an little imploding middle-class mother's boy from Winchester. Now, I know that the official orthodoxy is that Barrett made this one brilliant album with the Pink Floyd and then never lived up to his potential, and it's been the subject of these great "what-if" debates. You know: "Well of course if he'd stayed off the acid and stayed on an even keel, he could have been doing, y'know, like, Emerson Lake and Palmer!"

Blake's single was released to radio on Tuesday so the Cake fandom is predictably a-twitter. The single is everything it should be—don't ask me if I like it as I frequently do not like singles, but I do like very much other songs from the record that have leaked and look forward to purchasing the CD. In the meantime, the new Kenna CD must be purchased because I have nearly worn out my copy of his previous one.

I spent yesterday afternoon and evening with mistful, so saying that was the funniest thing I'd heard is really saying something. We had a lovely dinner of margaritas and burritos with sistermagpie followed by dessert and tea, and bookended by errand running. Then I came home and changed my journal style, and retired all the Crowded House references for a while.

In addition, if you like Sherlock Holmes and are intrigued by slash thereof, run, do not walk, to dana_kujan's A Study in Sherlock because it is fantabulous.