December 19, 2001
I am, at the least, predictable in my obsessions. I now have KC loaded onto the laptop at work, more albums on their way to me and I cannot stop humming their songs (interesting, given the band rarely plays your normal melodic line). KC is now being heard 24/7 in my head. Equally predictable, I try to find some deeper meaning in this obsession: college nostalgia, a desire to start playing again, a talisman to get me through the last week of shorter days until the solstice…but I fear it is something less complicated, far more basic in its essentials.