Perhaps I slept too late today, because I can't sleep yet tonight. All I can hear in my head is the drum track to New Order's Denial, a song for which I've had an admitted weakness for most of a decade but by which I've never before been so haunted. I found myself tapping on the bar last week, drumming my fingers to it in the light booth Friday night. It is a somewhat compelling rhythm, but for it to suddenly demonstrate such power I find odd.
Sometimes I wish my life had a percussive soundtrack.