The Week In Musical Metaphors

Dear Octopus,

I think that Sunday, being both the first and last day of the week dependent on your preference, is a good day to take stock and talk about the music that is currently defining my meaningless and uninteresting existence. Variety is the spice of life after all, and yesterday's post was so mind-numbingly dull that I worry that the internet may chose to reject it wholesale, and tomorrow I will find it typed on my desk, with a fat red stamp across the text saying 'WORSE THAN SHIT: FUCK OFF,' with a signature from a very humble and apologetic Sir Tim Berners-Lee.

1. Okkervil River: Lost Coastlines. A jaunty tune, if ever there was one. Recommended to me from the extensive musical catalogue of Mr. T Harrison, the foremost authority on emerging aural trends and vaunted custodian of musical history. His recommendations are infinitely superior to mine.
2. The Smiths: This Charming Man. I sang this at full volume today in the shower (still dark). No other reason.
3. Laura Marling: Goodbye England (Covered In Snow). God this is so unbearably depressing. It's superb.
4. Janis Joplin: Piece Of My Heart. I actually prefer the Erma Franklin version, but this reminds me of the record player yesterday, which was a highlight in an otherwise featureless two days.
5. Noisettes: Never Forget You. I love it. It sounds like a classic from forty years ago. One of my favourite songs of the last few months.

Other than that, nothing worth recounting that can't wait until tomorrow. Spent four hours on the book today; first draft will be completed by the end of the month. Just over a year's work, on this iteration. Two on the one before. Don't quite know what to make of it.

Sleep well.

Your loving friend,

Action Squid