Really the only sign of spring I saw all day was when I was blasting my shopping cart through the slush in the Safeway parking lot. There beside me appeared a striking black man, sporting the most amazing dreadlocks, and his adorable little boy, heading casually and leasurely to their car, all the while discussing the finer points of the word "opposite". The father had one of those perfect finishing school British accents that you sometimes hear Jamaican people speaking. They seemed so at ease with life and with each other, that I was utterly charmed by the pair of them.
The Dubblestandart song on my playlist today is for them, because they made my day. And the Cuff the Duke song is for everybody, simply because howling along with wee Wayne Petti always makes me happy, and I want to spread the joy around. Personally I am happy to see some Calgarians on the list. Bonus points if you can spot the locals (it's not really all that hard).
And it's shameless self-promotion time once again, folks. This week, over at the Record Room, I posted a review of Neko Case's new release Live at Austin, TX.
You may be surprised by what I thought.
Then again, you may not care less what I think. But there are mp3s. And free hats.
Okay, kidding on the free hats; I just haven't used a South Park reference in a while.