The Arcade Fire

As of 8:53:37 AM PST The Arcade Fire is my favorite band. They are the new crack. I went to six record stores to find this CD. It was sold out everywhere. After their show at the CMJ this is THE bandwagon to jump on. The guy at the record store even said that I was slow jumping on this bandwagon. Pitchfork has a typically totally overwrought review that basically says it’s a good CD. You need this, I mean you really need it. They’ve got a pretty website, you can download mp3s at their label, Merge Records. I recommend Wake Up as an intro. Go now.
Just a short digression, what the fuck is the deal with pitchfork media’s reviews. They’re like a pack of teenagers who “will just die if I see Scott Johnson at the mall looking like this.” Most pop songs do not merit references to Camus or Derrida. It’s a fucking pop song. Does it have good hooks? Is it catchy? Did they listen to enough Pixies? Relax.
I’m in Prop Trans right now. I sit about ¾ of the way back. A woman in the first row just yawned. The two people sitting right behind her now yawned, four behind them, about half the next row, and now my row. I yawned too. It’s like the law school variation on the wave. I would also like to mention that the heat is on. I had a couple classes in this room last year and not only did they never turn on the heat, they kept the fucking air conditioning going. We used to wear coats and scarves in this room. This year we have heat. It’s freakin’ awesome. I’m going to go pay attention now.
The heat ended up coming off and on, with intermittent bursts or air conditioning. It’s like a menopause simulator.