Nov 2

This morning, when I came upstairs for pancakes, my ears discovered the haunting melody of a Cat Power song riding the air from my mother's kitchen. A sound so unlike the usual WOW worship 2001 album that I would not have been surprised to find that my mother had evolved into a scarf-and-TOMS-wearing bohemian. First the Stripes, and now this? Mother, I think you're heading in the right direction.