tooth soup

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I’ve been listening to Editors’ new album ‘In This Light And On This Evening’ pretty much constantly for the last couple of weeks. Some albums seem to strike some part of me that is completely helpless to slipping the silver disk in player and hitting play, not just once, but over and over and over again. It’s been the case in the past that I ‘kill’ an album in doing so, and I consider this a fair exchange for the hours of emotional involvement I get in return. These aren’t just albums I listen to while doing the shopping, or running, or as background music; these are the ones that move me to sing, to throw my hands around as if speaking the words to the intended recipient, to tears. I feared I’d done the same with Editors, but as I have just finished listening to their album for what my last.fm profile says is the 17th time (and that’s not counting its constant play in my car), I’ve come to realise that this is one of those albums I’m not going to be able to kill. And thank fuck for that.

Which (in my head) brings me to Sunday. Sunday was a day of family: I tutored my sister-in-law, had high tea with Louise’s grandmother and friends for her 80th birthday, and invited my Mum over for dinner. As I sat down and had a chat with Louise about some family stuff that had come up over a couple of bowls of Mum’s famous Lemon Delicious, I felt an enormous compulsion to talk to my high school friends Pete, Bec, Kane, and Rhys. I’m often a terrible friend to a lot of my peer groups; I get overwhelmed with obligations and I forget that people exist to a certain degree. But in that moment I just needed to be in their company, to joke around and forget for an evening the complications of everything else. And I did, I rang up Bec and sped over to their place and had a fun few hours playing through the multiplayer levels in Little Big Planet and generally screwing around. Even though I hadn’t seen them for months, it felt like it hadn’t been any time at all and I thanked them all silently that they’ll forgive me every time I turn up after letting our friendships be swept by the wayside.

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