12.18.2010

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Bjork
Vespertine
2001

This album kept me safe on my XC-flight, JFK 2 LAX. The turbulence of the trans American flight was daunting, but the record, on my WALKMAN (lol), kept me cocooned and warm before I finally landed, on my way to ATP2001. I have a friend (lets call her L.Michael), who despises Bjork's voice. Why? You'll listen to Clasp Your Ears! Say No! (clap yr hands say yeah) and that loser's atrocious voice over normalized indie rock, but not listen to this exquisitely beautiful tome of abstracted, structure-ized beats, and tonally toned down vox? Fuck her!

Flight 101:
Hidden Place, It's Not Up To You, Pagan Poetry, Sun in my Mouth

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