Glum-dee-dum.

Am feeling glum again for various stupid reasons, but I'm not going to be maudlin and quote song lyrics. But I will say that yesterday had a horrid wet pall, with rain extending well into the evening. Hooman and I went to Kim's Video for the first time in ten years to look for the Culture Club CD I've been after and found diddley squat; about a third of the shelves were cleaned-out empty in this once great video/record shop. Back out on the street, I tried to persuade Hooman to go to Tower Records with me, only to have him remind me that it had gone bankrupt and wasn't there anymore. I felt sad for myself. It was like CDs had died and nobody invited me to the funeral.

"I remember going to Tower in the eighties, and it felt like the coolest place on the planet. Saturdays in Tower were rammed with people, and there were fifteen-minute waits just to get to the cash register. But then post-CD-burning and downloading, you'd go into Tower on a Saturday and see a few forlorn employees and tumbleweeds blowing by the dust-covered CDs. Sad."

--Moby