It's not all AC/DC and Elvis Costello, kids. I just read Jason's terrific (and characteristically verbose) post on the 1946 recording of T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland. Chervokas delights at listening to Eliot's verses in his car, as his fellow roadsters blast JZ in their pickups. I'm reading this post on my iPod, via an RSS text transfer using the fabulous iPodSync software. And because he IM'd me (in chararacteristically verbose fashion) earlier this week, I bought in the obsession du jour and downloaded the Eliot recording to iTunes, and dropped it onto my iPod - where I also keep a full-text version of James Joyce 's Dubliners (the two works share the same take on the world, which was first pointed out to me by the great Wallace Gray, but that's another post for another time). So ain't technology great?
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
