Ahhhh.
I'm really quite keen on the album version of "Lie in our Graves" from the Dave Matthews Band (on the Crash album). They, or more likely the genius who produced that one, mixed in some samples right as the music drops into a... well, I lack the musical vocabulary to describe what happens in the song, but it can't be duplicated live, and it makes me think every time of being in the midst of friends or other loved ones on a warm evening with drinks, laughter, and all the positive things that company like that should be associated with.

But I'm not going to burden this page with more lyrics. Suffice to sum up, the lyrics reflect Dave Matthews' preoccupation with the transience of life and his determination to enjoy what little time he has. It's hard not to agree with him.

This presents quite a contrast with my drive in to work this morning. My favorite talk radio shows (I've been getting wickedly political lately) don't air on the weekends, so I hit the "CD" button on my stereo and Stabbing Westwards' Darkest Days CD happened to come on. I turned into the screaming banshee driver from hell, singing at the top of my lungs (badly, as ever), the whole way there. It felt good.

And as long as I'm on the topic of music, I might as well plug one of the coolest things I've ever found on the internet: Pandora Radio

Seriously, for anyone that has any interest in listening to new music and/or being part of what is essentially a really interesting experiment in music and psychology (though they don't advertise it that way), check it out. My stations based on Ferry Corsten, Massive Attack and The Dave Matthews Band have all yielded a bounty of aurally delicious fruits.