I'm spending a late October afternoon bowled over by Kimya Dawson albums and fighting the urge to turn on the heater (I'm one of those odd people who prefer 'too cold' to 'too warm'). I did the same thing last year. Different town, different state of mind, but using Hidden Vagenda and I'm Sorry Sometimes I'm Mean as blankets nonetheless.

Normally when an artist impresses me I can't wait to explicate what makes them so wonderful, but Dawson's songs are so uniquely affecting that all I can do is whimper a simile or too and shrug. Maybe I'll finally be able to explain what makes her The Bestest Twee Ever next October.