Cock robin he played a track from Beck's Mutations record that floated up around my music sensors basking me in its beauty. what a sound! though Cyndi was on time for her interview she and her entourage somehow managed to turn 'on time' into 'late' and i could see quickly the way things were going as dissapointment rained down on the hotel staff's faces. things tend not to go the way they are supposed to, particularly in the hippest, coolest of environments.