Smells Like Teen Angst

Or, rather, a playlist for the new revision I'm working on for the Medea book (well, really more of an experimental rebirth than a revision, but it still falls under that heading). The new approach is really getting me in touch with my inner angsty teen, and if I'm going to stick with it I have to have a playlist*. Thank god, this does not mean including the Jim Morrison poetry songs. This angst is more interesting than the type I possessed.

I also used this as an excuse for a little iTunes slurge, although the Bowerbirds was the only thing newly purchased that was tonally right. We'll see how this experiment progresses. I make no promises, and after Blue Heaven I'll dive back in to the new book armed with notes aplenty and make it presentable. (And hopefully this will be--or nearly--a new book by then, too.) 

*Why so short? This is the portable version, as I am currently iPodless, since mine exploded in the car awhile back. It was very exciting.

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[Janna]

woohoo rufus wainwright :)