1. Saw Nick Lowe live at 7 WTC last night. I found myself in the front for Lowe's set (sweet!) but next to one businessman with a horizontal stripe of facial hair across the middle of his face (excepting just the nose itself) and another man with a brand-new, terrifying nose job that I ardently hope was prompted by something more virulent than self-loathing, 'cause man would that nose not solve that particular problem. Despite these peculiar neighbors, I had a lovely time. Nick Lowe rules. He played solo acoustic, which is always effective for somber songs but can be tricky on more upbeat numbers. I had my concerns. They were misplaced; Nick Lowe knows what he's about. I may love him just a little.
And really, my own rather ordinary nose has never appeared to better advantage.
2. Going by the iTunes libraries visible to me on my school network, I may be the only person who cannot abide capitalization errors in my song files. I mostly knew this. But it's always dispiriting to be confronted with veritable walls of uppercase articles, conjunctions, and prepositions. It hurts my heart.