I think it was a quarter to tweleve Sunday night. I had recorded a DirecTV Freeview event of Garbage's live act to promote their new album. The album came initially cold for me (see July8 blog entry), but I wanted to watch this event. I still loved Garbage, the band. All Shirley had to to do was sing the title track. By the end of the song I knew I was bleeding inside.
The transfusion is complete.
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