fandomtownies | The Park, Wednesday

Roland was in a pretty good mood, today. The weather was crisp and delightfully autumnal -- so, you know, actually cool enough for the jacket he wore every day -- his morning caffeine hadn't come with any uncomfortable and melancholy reminders, and Canada had decided to give a thirty thousand dollar prize to a delightfully and astonishingly weird native singer instead of yet-another-pop-group.

He himself wasn't about to try any throat singing -- just listening too long made him want a lozenge -- but he was breaking out of his "classic" rut to try out something contemporary.

Just don't ask him to go pop. He had Feelings about pop music, okay?

[ooc: and now I'm about to make myself late to work because of throat singing. Woo!]