PJ Harvey
“To Bring You My Love” (with applause)

• Day one of not drinking any alcohol in the hopes of restoring my liver’s function, getting that damned glow back in my cheeks, and being healthy (N.D.A.A.I.T.H.O.R.M.L.F.G.T.D.G.B.I.M.C.A.B.H., briefly) is going somewhat well. I took some sleeping pills to promote the onset of sleep because it is not socially acceptable to be drunk at five in the morning, so that’s when I hope to be high-functioning next.
• Didn’t just about everybody have this CD? It had the one PJ Harvey single, the one with the scuzz bassline. For some reason, this song is kind of a perfect accompaniment to N.D.A.A.I.T.H.O.R.M.L.F.G.T.D.G.B.I.M.C.A.B.H.
• Because Harvey’s best songs have weirdly biblical overtones. Like, the album about being in love in New York is pretty anomalous. (More anomalous than White Chalk.)
• And N.D.A.A.I.T.H.O.R.M.L.F.G.T.D.G.B.I.M.C.A.B.H. is that type of Old Testament deprivation/purification thing that just cries out for transgression. But it won’t be.