Those of you who know me well know of my profound feelings for rap music. That is, I profoundly hate it. It’s a musical style with which I have no cultural or other affinity, and some of the sub-genres are utterly vile. Nonetheless, props to the rap group G. Love and Special Sauce for their Best of album. It’s sort of rapped R&B, and while I wouldn’t say that it’s definite run-out-and-buy material, it’s a heckuva lot less offensive than gangsta rap and it’s mellow enough that it makes for groovy background music.
One CD definitely fitting into the run-out-and-buy category is David Gray’s A New Day at Midnight. Plaintive, thoughtful, evocative, inspiring, listenable. Do yourself a favor and pick it up.
Erin came home Friday with a cold, and she’s been hacking her way through the last couple of nights. We ran out and grabbed some cough syrup she could take (alcohol-free, in other words), and I suppose that’s helped. She’s not slept through the last couple of nights, though. Joe mentioned at one point that a lot of pregnant women get an upper respiratory infection and can’t shake it because their immune system is depressed (’cause baby’s on board). I’m afraid that may be happening here, but perhaps it’s too early to tell.