'Twas a long and arduous day, navigating the treacherous waters of apartment-hunting in San Francisco. Seems like every place I've seen has some profound shortcoming: too expensive, too small, too loud, sketchy neighborhood, sketchy landlord...
During a two-hour break between appointments, I stopped into Amoeba and picked up A Future Lived in Past Tense, the new full-length from Juno. I slapped it into my CD player and found a soft spot in Golden Gate Park to take in its majesty.
And majestic it is - a lush, three-guitar storm of melody - sometimes a drizzle, sometimes crashing thunder. Perpetually whip-smart and brutally potent.
It saved me yesterday.