I’m stuck at the office today (as I am most days now) and it’s absolutely gorgeous out so I’m eager to get the fuck out and do something away from my computer…anything. So the plan is to scarf down my lunch in record time and head out for a short walk. It’s not particularly ‘scenic’ here in the city (particularly this area), but there’s a park nearby and a subdivision I’ve never been in before, which is good enough for my purposes; beggars can’t be choosers I guess. Anyway, I just happen to have the 2011 ‘Shapeshifting‘ album by Canadian pop group, Young Galaxy on my iPod so that’s what I’m going to go with for this 3-4k walk around suburbia this afternoon.
I hadn’t heard of this band until I happened upon them while browsing their record labels (Paper Bag Records) website and thought that they sounded pretty cool. The album was largely recorded by the three-piece in Montreal, then sent to Gothenburg, Sweden, where their producer Dan Lissvik reworked the material. The band and producer collaborated across the 3,500 mile wide divide using Skype over the nine-month duration. What a strange and beautiful world we live in. Anyway, the result was undeniably catchy, despite not being the typical type of music I tend to gravitate towards. Highlights include the dreamy, almost New Order(ish) ‘The Angels Are Surely Weeping‘, the hand clap happy rhythm of ‘Phantoms’, the more morose ‘Cover Your Tracks‘, and the weirdly named ‘B.S.E‘ (seriously, what is that…a type of sandwich?).
I didn’t have any real purpose or goal for this walk other than keeping out of Dodge for as long a time as possible that also wouldn’t go noticed. I checked out some local side streets, browsed the aisles of the nearby Walmart, and when I got hot I even took a quick spin through the frozen food section at the local FreshCo superstore; hardly anything to get excited over. No, it was about as boring as watching paint dry as far being outside and active is concerned but, hey, at least I wasn’t inside listening to any number of corporate drones arguing into their headsets about data points, task completions, ‘scaffold plans’ (whatever the fuck that is), or ‘low hanging fruit’. Now all I have to do is survive another 3 hours of office banality this afternoon (minus the 20 or so minutes it took me to write this post) before I can get the fuck out of here.