It's weird. I get back to my room at 9C, I see all these CDs I didn't take with me. Bush. Chumbawumba. and I feel like listening to them again. Even though I distinctly remember they were shit. Especially Chumbawumba. But I saw something in the papers a couple of days before I left England about Chumbawumba who play folk-inspired pop songs. Pop marxism.

Bush have a song called Straight no Chaser on Razorblade suitcase, it's nothing like Thelonius monk and I think they still suck.