Yes, it is.
PJ Harvey, recently voted Best Musician on the Planet on my own personal and completely un-rigged Diebold machine, will be releasing her
next album on September 25. This is a beautiful thing for heruh huh, herto be doing, and not only because a new PJ Harvey album is always a beautiful thing (albeit "beautiful" in an adventurous, ragged, occasionally guignol way). Due to her exquisite and clearly deliberate timing, the album will drop exactly two weeks before the
birthday that we share. And just to prove that Peej really got her codex out and decided to send me a super-cryptic message of lovethough not
that cryptictrack #9 on her tenth album, as in
October 9, is called "The Piano." Right back atcha, Peej!!! You're a true friend, and I can't wait to hear the tunes. (If you need an appetizer to hold you over for the next 3½ weeks till
White Chalk arrives, and you've already watched
Miss Teen USA South Carolina too many times to keep laughing at it, take a look at PJ and Björk, her co-mistress in sonic trailblazing and impossible cool, laying their own claim to
"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction".)
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4 Comments:
I, too, am a huge fan of PJ Harvey. For an artist that is constantly changing, I can't manage to not love any of her work. To see her tackle a piano album is making me giggle in delight and I can't wait to see if this will finally top her work on Rid of Me.
I second the PJ Harvey love. I can never decide whether I like her balls-out rawk better than her introspective stuff, but I can't wait to her this new one. I'd kill to see her live, too.
I love that Bjork, Tori and Polly all released an album this year. Remember when they were on that (awful) Q magazine cover back in the 1990s together? Bet they planned this 2007 thing all the way back then. Yup.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
You fill my world with laughter
Take away and make it better
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Come to England and visit me! There's a history of sexuality conference next July. You could be here. We could gallivant. I miss you.
Also, *I* know that I'm on Greenwich Mean Time, and I've informed Blogger that I am, but Blogger doesn't seem to want to accept it and instead keeps claiming that I'm doing everything 5 hours earlier than I actually am. I don't think anyone's ever going to see me up at 7:30 a.m., anywhere.
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