Smile.

I realized about 15 seconds ago that I haven't been listening to enough music recently, or playing any guitar, which is part of what is driving me crazy maybe. Fortunately, tonight I am finally sitting down to listen to Nonesuchrecord's internet stream of Brian Wilson's Smile album. It is being released this Tuesday, about 39 years after it was originally started as a Beach Boy's album. For those who don't know, Smile wasn't ever released because Brian lost his mind, and it became one of the most legendary unreleased pieces of music in rock history; lucky for us Brian finally reworked it and it's being released. Woohoo. It's a beautiful album and, like a lot of Brian Wilson/Beach Boys music, makes me nostalgiac for home and only lets me remember those really good, typically-Californian things: breezy beaches and hot sand, a crockware plate full of mexican food, the smell of the dry, cool night air, running down wide sidewalks and muddy horsetrails, speeding down empty freeways at night. You try finding decent mexican food in Japan; I haven't yet. Hell, there aren't even any decent sidewalks here. But then, I guess it's pretty hard to find good Japanese food in the U.S., so take the good with the nonexistant.

Anyway, I spent most of today just lying around watching TV. Tomorrow I have to go to school to pay tuition (directly to my department and all in cash mind you!) and run a few errands. At least that means I get to go off and be on my own.