it was largely the fith dimension that soundtracked our last camping trip to maple ridge. that and the second disc of saint etienne's the trip compilation. maybe i'll just list off the songs that i find affecting. or mention that i listened to the fifth dimension this morning on the skytrain and bus up to work, loudly, just to, well.. calm down. i'm still working on whether save the country is earnest in its love for jesus or whether jesus and the devil are simply allegory for the actual state of the nation. time and love is about jesus too, though. i wonder about laura nyro. apparently, their dramatic rendition of the declaration of independence was considered 'seditious'. as a seditious element myself, apparently, i find this fascinating. the marilyn mccoo songs are my favourite, esp. love's lines, angles, and rhymes, which is a love song about geometry. i also enjoy the girl's song, carpet man, light sings, and one less bell to answer.

the most important pairing of songs on saint etienne's the trip is marsha malamet's i don't dare with dusty springfield's i start counting. we listened to that on the way to tofino in the spring. i spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about those two songs. i'd listen to more dusty springfield but so much of it is so damn cheesy. worse than the fifth dimension, though? probably not...

a new goldfrapp album is out this fall, along with, apparently, albums from mahogany, mojave 3, depeche mode and broadcast. there's also a new kate bush album listed.

speaking of which, i've still yet to hear kate bush's the red shoes. i own everything else, along with a few 12" singles, but i've always passed on the red shoes. goodness knows that there are enough used copies floating around.

and i'll mention stina nordenstam too, before trying, once again, to sleep. even thinking about from cayman islands with love gives me chills. oh man, there's a trumpet on that one too. not at a climax, though, just as flourish. i'll listen to her first album too, as glossy as it is, for the sad sad christmas song, which ranks with lisa germano's messages from sophia for total pathos. maybe and she closed her eyes is still the best album... i would have said dynamite at one point, but i've lost my taste for it somewhat. i'm still at work on the world is saved, but i do love the title. the world is saved.

the world is saved. i think writing this would be better for my general health if i could only work on it before 1 am. the world is saved. if only.