Suggested listening for Sunday mornings is PJHarvey's You Said Something on the new one. Actually, the whole thing is marvelous for when you're maybe secretly punishing yourself for a night of debauchery or maybe you're celebrating kung-fu high antics before meeting up with people for the weekly sunday brunch explosion and then...a whole day of festivals - quaint neighborhood art and then touring rock varieties.
Sometimes packing up for a whole day of shooting and being on one's toes I feel like Jane Goodall traipsing off to the jungle to live with the cute little fuzzy chimps who decide that they like you after you hand them some bananas. Oh, but I don't have to worry in this park (LaSalle, not Gombe National) about fruit bats, rabies, and I just don't have seven grad students and ingratiates up my ass. Poor Jane.
Well, off to a perfect rock & roll sunday. Long live rock.