11 June 2003

Sitting in my kitchen at three in the morning working my ass off. Again. These are the good times. No, seriously. They are.

Also: I could listen to A Wolf At the Door all night long. It’s like Thom Yorke and Lou Reed made a baby, and it was this song.

My best memories of Wolf are: walking through Paris with my WiFi geiger counter, looking for a cafe with an uplink, the mp3 playing in the background two months before the album was released. And: leaving the office at 4am and riding my bike through the empty streets of Brookline with this going on repeat.