Some Habits Don't Come Easy

It's been a while! Rather a long while, really!

Let's just skip over most of it...I don't like the lime green countertops in my new homestead as a background for food photos (or maybe, I might be a little lazy).

Anyway. New life in Our Nation's Capital is well underway! I'm not feeling as lonely as when I first arrived, partially because I'm getting to know some people, and also because I think I'm learning to like (nay, love) large chunks of time spent on my own. Not entirely sure if it's healthy, but I'm running with it for the minute!

I decided to post today, even without a specific meal to document, because I remembered the dancing component of this blog's title! Two of my favourite things are food and music, so this one is a musical post.

I realised recently that I somewhere over the last couple of years, even more so now that I don't work in a record store, I became a playlist person. This is certainly not a terrible thing, the playlist has its place! It's exceptional for exercise, for when you have people over and don't want to be messing with the music all night, and for soundtracks to all singing, all dancing cooking adventures. I realised though, that I was rarely taking the time to listen to albums the way the artist intended them to be heard. I was also not really falling in love with much new music, and at the same time, starting to get a bit sick of all those favourite songs that seem to find themselves on every playlist, regardless of theme (running to Leonard Cohen singing Suzanne is not super motivating it turns out).

To counter this problem, I have implemented Albums Only Saturday.  Pretty self explanatory really. Aside from listening, obviously, to Albums Only, I must include at least one album that I don't know well, and unless I discover I hate it, I must play it twice. Today's previously unknown album was recommended to me by someone at work: Ekstasis by Julia Holter. 

I was going to attempt to describe it, but I keep coming up with strange thoughts...it sounds as though it was recorded inside a mirror. That sort of thing. Not awfully helpful really. So what I'll do instead, is provide a link to a review by someone far more articulate than I am: http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/16352-ekstasis/ (8.6 from Pitchfork is pretty impressive, huh?).