Well, I am and have been on a pretty fucked up sleeping schedule this summer. At around 8:30am I finally decided to hit the sack for some good old quality zzz's. (If anyone gets this reference, I love you. Anyone.)

I am not entirely ready to fall asleep, so I go through my physical CD's to find something to fall asleep to. An obvious choice is made. I take You Forgot It in People out from my CD player from when I put it on when Nicole was over and replaced it with Joanna Newsom's Ys.

I lay down and listen to the gorgeous masterpiece that is Emily. Following along, I know all of the lyrics and was probably mouthing along.

I've already gone through most of the song and am anticipating one of the lines that most frequently finds its way stuck in my head (a situation that is most welcomed for this song): "Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavour!"

Next thing I know, rather than playing smoothly, Joanna Newsom now finds herself incapable of singing anything but: "LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET LET".

What is this? My CD is skipping?! Impossible! I take brilliant care of my CDs and this one, especially, I happen to worship. I stop my CD player. View the CD. Clean it off a little. Place it back. Push play.

I am reliving Emily for the second time in a row. Not that I mind; it happens to be my most played track on here. However, I was getting a bit tired... but sleep could wait. Ys is simply more importantly.

Despite my efforts, Emily is plagued by the same infection as before. I am truly devastated.

I put in Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville and try to fall asleep. (Hey. If anyone gives me shit for listening to her... listen to this album. It's incredible. I am well aware that castration is a better option than listening to anything she has released this decade. I've actually heard Liz Phair *shudders*)

Anyway, about 11 hours later... I find myself purchasing Ys for the second time, along with Animal Collective's Strawberry Jam. (It was there and it made me feel a bit uneasy that I don't own any of their actual albums on CD or vinyl... so there you have it.)

The guy selling it (Ys) to me says it's a masterpiece and I agree. We gush about it. Discuss her perfection, The Milk-Eyed Mender, other bands...

Anyway, I am now listening to Ys right now. (Surprise, surprise...) Just thought that I should share my traumatic experience.

I am now only saddened that Joanna Newsom's playing with a symphony in Chicago this month. UGH!!! If anyone wants to give me money to fly out and see her, I will do any (sexual) favour that you'd like. Seriously. Message me. Give me your requirements. Fly me there. I'll buy Joanna's ticket. My life will be more complete. I'll perform your favours. I return home.

It's a win-win situation!