Brickman Finally Rolls.

The Blitzbreaker popped up at last, on the way home tonight.

Would you believe that I thought Jim Brickman was a country artist? I was expecting a little fancy CMT action and got some Deep Thoughts soundscapes instead. What's more, the cat on the cover doesn't look anything like the dude I was thinking about. It begs the question: who the hell was I thinking of?? And would he have been so quick to wander from his jewel case? Wish I could think of the name but all I'm coming up with is Jim Brickman. Hm.

At any rate, I have only this to say of Jim Brickman. I'm sure that the soft and sentimental piano ballads make good listening on a quiet walk or a peaceful afternoon by the lake; however, in 401 rush hour, they provide no assistance whatsoever. Stop-and-go traffic is a funny environment for listening to music - the tunes can't be too fast (which frustrates because I can't drive to pace) or too slow (which only points out how slow you're moving and leaves you frozen in a 401 traffic-bubble, seemingly forever.)

Jim Brickman did the latter, I'm sorry to say. Even so, this is the sort of music that plays better in the early morning, when I'm just coming around to the morning and the sun is rising over the highway. Yeah, that should go down just fine.

Bowie in a Box.

Finished Bowie a couple of days, but still thought I should share. A little background reading on David Bowie's discography (which is one of things that I do when I'm blitzing yours, mine or anybody's collection) turned up a peculiar and strangely off-putting factoid.

Did you know that prior to being a singer, David Bowie trained to be a mime?

The Laughing Gnome seems even more birthday party than ever before.