Late December 2006, I came home from CNY to a gift of homemade chocolate chip cookies and Julie Doiron's Woke Myself Up from a dear friend. She later told me that since beginning working for a small record label she now hates music and Woke Myself Up is the only album that has made her happy all year.
I put it on hesitantly. Over the years I've become less and less adventurous, relying heavily on albums I already know and love. Long story short, I love this album and it's become a warm and weepy crutch.
This morning I spent several restless hours rolling around in a bed that I shared with another person for three years. Fading in and out of feverish sleep, I kept hallucinating that he was in the bed still. I woke to Doiron's plaintive "Untitled".
What a bummer.
Julie Doiron - Untitled
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