How lame is it that my new DVD of a Stevie Ray Vaughn concert won't play as a CD on my laptop? Grrrrrrr. How lame is it that I have almost 100 CDs with me and don't want to listen to a single one of them? Or that I have 200 more at home and don't want to listen to any of *those* either? Bugger.
Or as Hugh Grant says: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck *fuck*!"
La la la la la, I will now listen to this mysterious unmarked CD from my good friend Sandy and see what it sings to me.
ETA: Track 8 is Ryan Adams's "La Cienega." Everything brings me back to Angel. Including, by the way, all the taxis in Seattle--they all have Angel's smiling mug on top of them, advertising the new season. Heh.