(Almost) All masochism aside, I should be whipped and flogged for every day that i went by not buying Aimee Mann albums. I know now to put blind faith in everything Furia tells me. May Aimee deliver us all from boring and illiterate music. The great thing about most of her songs is that they’re so incredibly simple; not one of them has been a challenge for me to learn to play on guitar or bass. Their simplicity is so very complete that they become marvellous capsules of perfect genius, with no over-important production or performance to discredit. My four-tiered pyramid of musical preference is getting a bit rearranged tonight. More, later.