Late Night Musings
and a band recco
Ok, so once every 3 weeks it looks like it is? I’m working on the backlog for you to have every week. My friend Bharti, who convinced me to start the newsletter, thinks I should just have fun with it, and not stress about the frequency and treat it like I’m posting on Instagram. I’m still wrapping my head around my own expectations from myself. We did say, let’s see where this goes. Please leave (nice) comments if you have any suggestions!
Everyday ADHD Life Challenge of the Week is garbage. I have missed the garbage collection 3 times this week (and it only happens 3 times a week) (too many late nights, not enough sleep, and consequent oversleeping, brain is elsewhere) and stuff has piled up and is bothering me and taking up extra brainspace every time I walk past it. I’ve set an alarm to leave it out in the morning and go back to sleep if I have to tomorrow.
Ate this gorgeous Cubano at Bäcker & Charlie in Bangalore. Gonzo, my genius friend, made mustard specially for this. It’s bomb. I’ve been regularly ordering and eating their Bretzeln too. They’ve been giving me my German food fix. The golden crust on the bread was texture heaven. And those pickles were perfect.
What I’m listening to: New band I was introduced to that I’ve been listening to all week because the guy’s voice is like honey. Especially at 3 a.m. when I’m reading research papers about cacao. Great b/g music. It’s a vibe. Bonus points if it’s raining outside, which I wish it was, because this city is running out of water and it’s only the beginning of summer.
More soon…
Kōbo xo
CAS broke into recognition after their post-Sade listening binge (on Valentine's Day) led them to write a few songs that have at least a billion plays a piece. I always thought they were trying to be Cowboy Junkies. Either way, both Cowboy Junkies (from Toronto, really) and Cigarettes after Sex (Born in El Paso, very slowly, then took over the world via Brooklyn extremely, very, stunningly quickly) are both touring in September. Worldwide. People still can't believe Greg's voice even when they see him singing. And the name of the band is wild. Not Depeche Mode or New Order, but Sex after Cigarettes. Greg is every film student's and film lover's and semiotician's and dream pop bubble liner's pulse on a recalling even the bad sex nostalgia trip. Shouldn't you be eating the chocolate? Or is that the mind candy stimulation you need?