Naturally, writing a post about Ngaire got me listening to Salty again (the album is a New Zealand classic, but it's 14 years old now, so let's just say it dropped off the radar for a while). I guess it's fair to say that one of the things one misses when moving from a city like Auckland to a city like Pittsburgh is the water, especially once the thermometer starts heading north of 30 degrees Celsius. Sure, there are rivers in the 'burgh, but one swims in them at one's own peril. And although whitewater rafting on the Yough is undeniably a good time, life-threatening rapids are not nearly as relaxing as a dip in the North Head end of Cheltenham Beach. Now, as it happens, some of the best songs written in New Zealand are about bodies of water. Anchor Me is one of them.