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I’m officially mad at whoever is responsible for knowing about Feist yet not telling me about how good she is. Sure, there were clues abound: the Magnet and New Yorker articles I recently read about her, the Broken Social Scene album I own (she’s a sometime member), but no one ever grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eyes and demanded that I buy all of her albums. Whoever that is, I’m mad at you.

Well, I took matters into my own hands this weekend and got two of her albums: Let it Die and The Reminder (out in the US on May 1). The weekend became a Feist-a-thon in themuy household. So good. I’ve listened to 1 2 3 4, off the new album, about 5 times today. It hasn’t gotten old yet. I also found the video on YouTube. It’s wonderful and seems so simple until you realize that the dancers in the video appeared out of nowhere at the beginning and then disappeared the same way again. Subtle goodness. Watch it now and then go buy all of her albums. Also, she’s playing the Variety Playhouse on June 15. I’ll be there.

Ice Cream is Good

The wife and I have discussed this extensively and we’re in complete agreement. There really is no ice cream superior to Breyers Rocky Road. It’s pretty much the pinnacle in ice cream achievement. The chocolate-covered almonds are sprinkled throughout in perfect proportion and the chocolate ice cream with marshmallow “ribbons” can’t be beat. You could spend your ice cream dollar elsewhere, but why would you?

Although you might not want to take our word for it considering the wife had sliced apples and Doritos for dinner the other night and I didn’t try to stop her.