I'm loving Elliot Smith. I asked my colleague to give me some really depressing songs, because the ones I have are already losing their sad value. I mean, Damien Rice and Rufus Wainwright are heroes, but after listening to them non-stop during the Holy Week break, you're going to look for someone else to kill you. Mel gave me her iPod while Say Yes was playing in it. Now I think I can choke myself to death.

I like Waltz #2 and Say Yes. I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow.