skating rink

on the spring side of winter i am prone to romanticize the cold months. can you blame me? everything and everyone around me is coming to life with the sort of triumph that can only be achieved after seasonal sacrifice. then i hear a song on radio 2 with the texture of billy bragg minus political angst. saturated with pure wintry whimsy and juxtaposed against gomez's see the world, i don't stand a chance.

preview david francey's 2003 album in its entirety here.