Even Hugh Laurie couldn’t save Studio 60 now. They’re airing a Law and Order: CI repeat instead.

But, oh! Commercial for Alan Tudyk in what looks to be a great C.S.I. bottle show.

M. Ward – Chinese translation

First, I catch a video on Bravo, a cable arts channel. It’s an animated music video, which means I’m more likely to watch, even if I don’t know the song.

Then, I love the song, especially the hook: “what do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?”

Artist and title goes in my notebook where I won’t forget. But I finish that notebook before I get around to downloading, and, soon, that catchy hook is replaced by another.

Cut to today, in The Gap, I find myself singing along to their background music. I know this song. I love this song. But I don’t know who sings this song.

“Can I help you?” the clerk asks.

“Actually, do you know who sings this song? Is that something you can find out?”

They train them well at The Gap because she doesn’t even blink at the request. Maybe it’s a question they get a lot.

She finds what might be today’s playlist, but nothing sparks. The Gap plays good music – The Strokes, The Stripes, Snow Patrol – but nothing I don’t already have on my iPod. And I know I don’t have this song.

Before it’s gone, before we leave the store, I jot down what I think I remember: “something something the pieces of a broken heart?”

At home, I hit up Google, and there it is.

Then I download, then I put it on my iPod, then I give the song to you.

Enjoy. This song worked hard to find me.

Lillix – Sweet temptation

I wrote these girls off pretty fast. A teenage girl group, even with their own guitars and drums, didn’t get a lot of credit in the hey-day of Avril. I didn’t want to give them a lot of credit. Now that the punkgirl novelty has worn off, the video for this song off their second album is playing on the indie rock half hour shows, not in regular Much Music videoplay. Which is a shame, because it’s got the catchiest damn chorus I’ve heard in a long time. Three of the four girls sing on this song, they write their own music, play their own instruments, but a two minute feature about Avril’s domestic bliss is getting more press than this song, the best singalong of the year so far.

Also, the first concert I’ve been to in more than a year. God, I miss live music.

Smith has a lot of problems, not the least of which is it’s boring. A lot of TV is boring, but this show was one of three I was looking forward to this season. If anything, I thought, heists can’t be boring. They can.

More worrying is Virginia Madsen’s character’s crippling case of Will Tippin Syndrome. In the early days of Alias, J.J. Abrams imagined Will the Reporter as the audience’s POV. He would be suspicious of Sydney Bristow, and he would investigate the mystery of what she really does for a living. Except the audience already knows what she really does for a living. We see through her disguise. We know her secret identity. There would be no show otherwise.

Instead of acting out the audience’s own suspicions, Will Tippin simply looked stupid. J.J. Abrams learned his lesson quick, and Will the Reporter was brought into Sydney’s spy life.

John Wells, after 18 years in TV, still hasn’t learned this lesson. Three episodes in, and I don’t buy Virginia Madsen’s character’s suspicion. I’m not convinced Hope doesn’t know exactly what her husband is up to, and that she didn’t know from the beginning.

The show has been cancelled now, but that’s not what Wells has to worry about. He has to wonder why we don’t care enough about his characters to care about his show.

I have big love for cover songs. Most of my favourites cross genres, and, as a writer, I love hearing proof that a good song is a good song regardless. But, with a great song, you just want to put it on repeat. Cover songs are about that, too.

One song, six ways: “Return of the grievous angel”

1. Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris
2. Emmylou Harris
3. Ryan Adams and Emmylou Harris
4. Ryan Adams and Gillian Welch
5. Lucinda Williams and David Crosby
6. Counting Crows

so i kicked the tires over at vox, but for music, it’s just not up to snuff. i called off the engagement to wordpress over on my own webspace, when i had to kick him out of bed due to unreconcilable differences. i had a fling with blogspot, but livejournal is, i think, true love.

but for when i want a quick and dirty affair with the music turned up, i’ve created a little lovenest on my domain, houseoftext.com. just some quick and dirty html, and no rss, so i’ll point you guys over there old school style.

today’s secret word is pumpkin. also, felgercarb.