This observation of Sarah Slean’s music comes from my new friend Ingrid, a Colombian lounge singer. She and I know the same movies, but different music, so we spent an afternoon with our iPods and a headphone splitter. Ingrid introduced me to Sade. I pulled out Hedwig and the Angry Inch. And so on.

So, Ingrid was my roommate for a week, but because of turnover in the orchestra, we all switched cabins today. It’s gonna be different. My new cabin smells like air conditioning instead of artificial raspberries. The cabin TV doesn’t work, but the drawers and doors all do. I dunno. My new roommate–a pianist from Wales–just walked in with her suitcases. She seems nice.