Maybe there is a vaccine for that, the buzz.

Dear Diary,

I went ahead and ordered the Vampire Weekend CD. I am only human after all, and not immune to the buzz. Also I saw them on David Letterman one night while fighting pregnancy nausea and I remember thinking, "I could dance to that song, if I wasn't about to throw up and everything."

So I sneaked it into my most recent Amazon order. (Other items included Arrested Development DVDs for the BHE and the Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior for me. Mustn't forget my manners just because I feel like crap all the time, after all.)

Anyway, I am somewhat disappointed. It is charming and catchy, yes. Madras and other preppy refs pop up in the lyrics, another plus. But I'm just not sure if it offers enough to become a frequent listen. Time will tell, but I'm guessing it will languish along with the rest of the disappointing debut albums in our collection (Clap Your Hands Say Yeah immediately comes to mind... I could list a hundred albums I thought I would love that were instead bitterly disappointing. Another day, perhaps.)

No point here, really. Except that a current non-disappointing musical obsession of mine is Liam Finn. And if you'd like a little insight into my marriage, when I asked the BHE if he would buy me the CD he said, and I quote, "Order your own hippie indie rock, lady."

Love,
Fluffy