something something

probably the first time ever i heard a woman say 'don't care about me' (see 'the hours') without any underlying morse code waiting in line with other intentions to be deciphered, via woman's ego (aka saying something they never really mean)
the way legrand says it here makes her even grander--without distance, sensible, not pushing

man i want to see beach house again, terribly
there's not a song i do not like on this album, like lykke li's wounded rhymes or death cab for cutie's albums

last year i went to laneway and i heard some girl getting high screaming happily to victoria legrand:

you're magical