I've spoken of it before, but the sheer brilliance of the Air album Talkie Walkie stills blows my mind. It's made me not care that the rain is falling outside. I don't mind that my artwork is not what it used to be. I'm not bored when it's playing, I'm relaxing in a decadent world of samples and beats, and Gallic charm. It's no secret that there are plenty of things about France as a country that I dislike, but it's hard to write the place off when music this beuatiful is being pumped directly into your head. It's the kind of album which makes me want to hide myself in a room with some big speakers and no lights, and listen very, very loudly. It's summer days, it's futuristic anime, it's long days working in the garden, painting the boat we're going to have lifted in (it's a thing thing thing thing). I want to draw towering cities, flying creatures, rolling hills of grass. I almost want to be sitting at my desk, staring at the rain falling and writing lovely things. Oh well, two out of three isn't too bad...