Wine and Manhattan

I bought two albums the other day. One I've been waiting for since 2005 one I was never going to buy if Danver Braganza hadn't introduced me to Terry Pratchett (which then lead to me reading Neil Gaiman, following his blog then Twitter feed, which lead to me reading Amanda Palmer's Twitter feed). 21st Century Breakdown is an amazing album. Kinda brings me back to my teen angst years (OK, I didn't really have teen angst years, but more like a couple of years of contemplating having black hair cos it was cool and about a week in which I thought My Chemical Romance was cool) and I love how anthemic the songs are. I can't get enough of Viva La Gloria!, which just totally owns. The second album I can't decide whether it's better than 21st Century Breakdown. Who Killed Amanda Palmer is an absolutely brilliant album, this song in paticular. But anyway this isn't a CD review entry. I don't think any of them will ever be. God help me if it is. These two albums have though been the soundtrack to my week in the States. They won't be any more, cos my lovely, trustworthy Sennheiser headphones appear to have broken. This is a sad thing indeed. But in happier news, I'm in the self proclaimed greatest city in the world. You shouldn't measure life by the amount of breaths you take, but by the the things that take your breath away and walking out of the station and taking the first step in Broadway in Times Square, well, that really takes your breath away. Everything is so much bigger, namely the goddamn billboards which are too big, I don't even know if it's an ad or an actual shop. It's an amazing place though. Wouldn't mind living here at some point I always seem to have at least two glasses of wine a day where I am. It's lovely though. Staying with relatives. I didn't know I had so much extended family