Sunday... again

Ugh.. it's impossible to enjoy an empty sunday when you're tired and the shadow of working tomorrow swings over your day like a dark cloud.

Am I the only one who see's those Motorway matrix signs that announce the distance and expected time to a junction as a challenge? I see the sign reading "To J9 Ashford 20 minutes" and it's a dark and clear motorway I can't seem to stop my right foot dropping down heavier on the gas pedal in an attempt to do it in 15.

I'm also curious why I can't help but picture John Travolta getting shot when Pop Tarts are mentioned.

In one of those rediscovering an old album moments I listend to R.E.M's New Adventures In Hi-Fi today. One of the songs had popped up on one of those old tape compilations I dug up a while ago. I hadn't listened to R.E.M in ages.. nothing that really appealed anymore. That being said New Adventures has always been my favourite thing they did and it gets a lot of respect from me. Here was a band still coming down from Automatic For The People who changed their sound for Monster and saw diminshed sales and rather than just go back and write another Automtic they made their bravest album to date sonically having just been given a huge pay day from Warner Bros for signing. There must've been a huge amount of pressure to produce another Losing My Religion but they stuck to their guns. Got to respect that even if you don't like the band.

While hunting for videos of songs from New Adventures I found this instead... good ol' Mr Vedder