In actuality, the phrase is “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.” but whatever, I’m exercising my right to artistic license. Fuck you Shakespeare. Before I forget, as I am wont to do on the days I work late at work (they still happen, though far less frequent) I wish a safe and happy All Hallows Eve to everyone… even though there is roughly half an hour left to the date in question.

What happens when you take Panic! At The Disco and tell them to emulate Backstreet Boys? You get The Higher. Their album On Fire is amusing to listen to, at the very least. You can’t take this album too seriously, and if you’re looking for deeper meaning or an answer to one of life’s mysteries, just keep walking. If you feel like dancing to something with a solid beat and like pop-ish music? This album is a must have for your very shallow, expensive shelf.

Where to begin with this one? I honestly don’t know and I’m at a bit of a loss. Maybe I’m just not used to reading this style of book. Maybe I just don’t get the point behind it. Maybe I overlooked some obvious and keen insight that everyone else picked up on. No matter how you put it, I still don’t know what to make of this one.

Mute Math: Teleprompt Edition is one of two release versions (the other being the Warner Bros. release, which I have not listened to, though they are fairly close I’m told) exists for a very interesting 52 minutes. The tracks start off small (ranging from one to four minutes) but quickly move into the six to seven minute range. One reason I can possibly find for this is the over all ambient feel to the Album. The whole thing reeks of “chill,” which I don’t want to say is a bad thing. You do however need to be in the mood to listen to it. This is not an album I would listen to when working out. Yoga maybe, but not for anything that required me to be pumped.

No I do not do yoga.

Hello one and all, I hope you’ve been keeping well! I’ve been pretty mentally exhausted all week but I still managed to keep the content rolling out. I’ve even managed to start a new book (already 160 pages in) and actually do a bit of writing (another chapter ‘done’) and generally getting some tasks out of the way. It’s been a productive, but exhausting week. So much trekking around, it’s insane.

I really wish I could find a good quote from this book, but I assure you that every one of them is offensive and far too vivid. I’m serious in saying that this is the most blunt, graphic, degrading, disgusting, non-pornographic article I have ever read. The best part is that you can pick it up in Chapters. Right off the shelf. There isn’t even a disclaimer, though I’m being totally truthful that anyone who lets a minor read this should be shot. Now having said that this book is either the equivalent of a harlequin novel for women, or the most subtly brilliant thing I’ve read. To be honest, I think it’s both.

No Really, I’m Fine is the third fourth (it pays to do research) official album (I don’t count EPs as albums) by The Spill Canvas, and I’ve noticed two things. They’ve become more mainstream sounding, and they’ve really tightened up their sound. I don’t want to make conclusions that one of those points begets the other, it’s merely an observation.