Welcome Back Me!

Well, race fans, you may be wondering where your fair captain rushed away too these past few days! Even if you haven't you get to find out. First off, I was in a cultural funk with that last one. I stand by the abstract opinions expressed. After that I had a day where I wrote nothing and then I had a full couple of days where I had no internet at all. The DC area was attacked viciously by a very wicked storm whose aftermath resembled the apocolypse. Well, not really, but man, there was a whole load of foliage blown asunder. Trees and powerlines litter the roads leaving children to pick them up and play. So, in closing to this nugget of info, I'm fine, and now back to all things music.

In the news category Ted Leo is announcing some more dates for the fall which seem to just be those cities thus far. The word "those" being in italics means the biggies. In essence this is your three in California, NY, and some of the biguns up north. It's ok though, the man really should rest, I don't know how he keeps up that schedule. Ted Leo is also reportedly going to be contributing to a indie rock tribute to Rubber Soul. Teddy will be doing his rendition "I'm Looking Through You" while the rest of the track list looks a little something like this:
01 Drive My Car - The Donnas
02 Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) - The Fiery Furnaces
03 You Won't See Me - Dar Williams
04 Nowhere Man - Low
05 Think for Yourself - Yonder Mountain String Band
06 The Word - Mindy Smith
07 Michelle - Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals
08 What Goes On - Sufjan Stevens
09 Girl - Rhett Miller
10 I'm Looking Through You - Ted Leo
11 In My Life - Ben Lee
12 Wait - Ben Kweller
13 If I Needed Someone - Nellie McKay
14 Run for Your Life - Cowboy Junkies

I can't say I'm totally pumped about this, BUT there are a few tracks which I am really excited to here. Those of you who know me can probably guess which 3 are at the top of that hit list. I have som enews on the Go! Team but i'm tired of typing newsier stuff, and will talk about that tomorrow. All I can tell you is that it most undoubtedly involve me and Drew taking a road trip to somewhere, most likely Chi-town USA.

Now, you may notice that today's music download is a repeat of something I posted a while ago. This is true and I won't deny it in the least. However, the last time I put it up it was a crappy version that was not my own. It took forever to download and had funky track titles. Well, now I have taken it upon myself to give you XTC's fantastic opus Black Sea in a very good form. Unfortunately one of XTC's main players, Andy Partridge, suffered from terrible stage fright leading them to become a studio band. While the music following his shunning of live performances was still brilliant music, the music prior had much more spark and vitriol. Their firt three albums where full-speed-ahead synthy pop-punk records filled ot the brim with piss and vinegar, 1979's Drums and Wires showcasing the best of this attitude. With Black Sea XTC wraps themselves into a much tighter and bigger sounding package. The drums sink deep within you while the guitars swap between slinking around ("Language in Our Lungs") to smacking you left and right alongside the drums. Equally sweet and salty on this album XTC really honed their classic sound, for me at least, on this album. The lyrics are much more politically minded on this album, as opposed to Drums and Wires more class oriented material and "Generals and Majors" displays this right out of the gate as the fantastic second track. I'm sure I was better at this the first time I wrote it, so go read that one. I love this album, give 'er a listen.

XTC - Black Sea | TWO

Love,
John

In Search of the New World

I'm not posting today, I'm instigating a culture war.
Anything new and good eventually becomes co-opted for mass consumption.
We need to figure out how to fight it and Shepard Fairey can't be the leader.
The medium can't be the message.
The message and the medium must be it's own, not part of theirs.
I'm still working on it.

Final Thoughts

Sure, I'm a little slow on finishing this as compared to others, but I really only have three words to describe the end of the new book : "Whoa" and "Holy Crap". I can't really say much more than that, I couldn't stand to reveal the ending to those yet unfinished. Read on, good souls, it's the best one yet.

Keeping Up My Promises

Well, here I am, and while this may not be the first thing I did upon this sunday, it is among the first. I'm almost done with Harry Potter and it is still fantastic. All the kids are makin' out!! Hogwarts is now a den of sin. But now on to the stuff you came here for, die musik. I'm letting loose a plethora of goods today for a few reasons. I know I started with doing an average of two things a day, but considering I don't plan well and would do them at night, my bed times ended up being much later than I wanted, so downed it to one a night. Now, however, on this Sunday afternoon, I have plenty of time. Also, I want to put on my good face for some newer folks, a "welcome to the club" if you will. So I'm offering up three things today, all of which more or less chosen at random, but don't let that say anything towards the quality of the 3 albums.

The first is Neutral Milk Hotel's 1998 album, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea. As much as I enjoy the Decemberists, lets face it, they own quite a bit these boys. This is a somehow equally lush and low-fi album. Most of the track don't move beyond usual rock band instruments (save some horns and woodwinds thrown in) this album is just big. "Oh Comely" and "Holland 1945" being worth the free price of you downloading this alone, the latter's drums are massive, which may or may not be exciting for you, but it sure as hell is for me. "Oh Comely" clocks in at around 9 minutes making it, outside of most of Sigur Ros' catalog, one of the few very long songs that I can play over and over (yeah, I'm looking at you Mars Volta; lay off that bong for musics sake, please). So, yes, I may have singled out a few songs but damned if all 30-odd minutes of this album aren't fantastic. Unfortunately they are on an "extended hiatus" seemingly never to return, but luckily those Decemberists kids have decided to pick up the slack with a midas touch. As an aside, for those in my current area, the the DC area, drummer Jeremy Barnes very excellent folky side project A Hawk and a Hacksaw will be playing a show at The Warehouse Nextdoor on August 5, I'll be there.

Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

Next up, in a much more opposite vein, we have Ratatat's self-titled debut. A friend of mine suggested this to me when it was released about a year ago, saying it was a hip-hop album from one of Dashboard Confessional's guitarists. Without getting to much into the sore subject of DC on my part, I can say I had a hard time believing this meaning I wanted to hear it all the more. Mike Stroud, the guitarist, and Evan Mast have have created a fantastic album full of big beats, 300-thread-count sheets of guitar, and washy synths. Mind you, there is no rappin' from any white boys on the album (thankfully) just head noddin' beat mongering. "Seventeen Years" is gonna knock you on your ass which is exactly what should be expected out of a first track. Enjoy todays #2 special.

Ratatat - Ratatat | Two

And, for my final trick of the day, as sort of promised before, I'm posting more Les Savy Fav. I believe I've said enough about these guys for you to know that I really like them (read: a couple days ago). This is their most recent LP Go Forth. It's a little more restrained than The Cat And the Cobra but that's not really saying much. This wasn't recieved as warmly by hipster circles, and I'm not sure why, I think I listen to this one more than TCATC. It's a bit catchier and all the players have obviously become more comfortable in their craft. The guitars ring clearer, the drums thrash hartily, and the bass is dubbed out and funked out more than ever. And what of the lead singer? He's as coo-coo for coacoa puffs as ever. "Reprobate's Resume" and "Crawling Can Be Beautiful" is among the best song pai.rs ever and the flow together like magic. Speaking of which, back to that damn wizard kid. Hope you've enjoyed yourself.

Les Savy Fav- Go Forth | Two

Love,
John

P.S. It's going to be a good week fo you all, I don't have work. Hotcha!

P.P.S. I really enjoyed this article in the Post today and thought it was worth putting up : Learn About Us

Unexpected musings

Well, this may end up a shock to you folks, but this will be my second post in a row without really putting up any music. This is shocking I know, but stand assured first thing tomorrow I'm gonna do a big haul full of fun suprises for all y'all. I'm just really waiting for a file to download, a file which is a good thing for me. Resident recent favorite band of mine right now, the spastic, all-around crazy, dance-punks Thnderbirds are Now! played a show at the Southgate House with Enon last week or so. Unfortunately for me, I'm in DC not Cincinnati, making it tough for me to get to it. BUT there are two, count 'em TWO, fortunatelies in this situation! The first one is that You Ain't No Picasso has put up a video of it, and and Mp3 of a new song, which I would like to thank said blog for dearly! Secondly, they will be doing a headlining gig there again in September so I'm not tooooo bummed about missing it. So, these are all very happy things for me in relation to TAN!

In unrelated news, I'm fairly cobfident in this thing, now and am taking steps to increase my readership to more than just, well, one (you were the first, though, Paul, I shant forget). I'm trying to put myself out there a little more and see if more than just my friends can be interested. Wacky concept, I know. I put out all this effort for one loyal soul, just imagine how I'll be when I've got FIVE of you!!

Furthermore, I would like people to make suggestions for what to put up, I can't ever really decide. I mean, I have a rather sizeable musical collection with plenty of money having been sunk into little plastic discs os aural pleasure so my library is open. HIT ME!!!

Love,
John

A brief introduction:

Hey! We're the Pussycat Dolls, and we've got the worst summer song out rigt now. Verses are so hard to write, so we thought we'd just write a song with 90% chorus, and a chorus that sucks at that! But people love it, apparently so we'll keep singin it.

Raymond Raposa and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Tonight's upload is about as new to me as it will be to you when you download it. I went to the Warehouse Nextdoor tonight to see Castanets (which, for purposes of this story, I would like to point out is a plural name). The first three bands were whatever. I showed up for the tail end of Poritons Toll set which was pretty decent. They are obviously new but with a little work I think they'll hit the stellar mark a year down the line. The next to were, in essence, noise bands. Unlike the noise bands I've encountered in the past, however, these two almost had songs! Wooden Wand & the Vanishing Voice were a mainly acoustic and hushed noise, but noise all the same. They had some pretty sweet moments in their songs. I Heart Lung however were boggling, and not in a good way. The two musicians, a guitarist and drummer, seemed to always be playing two different songs. I just didn't get it, and never will.

But now onto the main event, and poor poor Raymond Raposa, the hairy man in the pictue above. As he began setting up his instruments I became confused. From what I had understood, and heard, Castanets were a 4 piece, not just one hairy man. Turns out I was rightm the main man behind the Castanets was just havin a bad day. He had broken his E string earlier AND lost 3 of his members the night before. I'm not really sure what that meant, but they definately weren't there. LUCKILY he was amazingly skilled at using a sample pedal. So, under the circumstances he played a fantastic, albeit understandably short, set.

So, in the end, today I'm putting up Castanet's Cathedral. I put this up in response to my own feeling that I've been specializing in fairly aggressive. Between afrobeat and shredding art-punk, I've been makin' things rock hard, during a season of realaxation. So today I present a good ol' back porch album. Quiet hushes folky country, it'll make you want to build that back porch if oyu don't have one already. So enjoy, I'm tire of writing and it's late.

Castanet's - Cathedral

Love,
John

Hilary love all music...except techno!!!

The man above is a mad-man. He is truly among the craziest people I have ever had the great pleasure of being in the prescence of. This man, this god of rock, is named Tim Harrington and he is the frontman for Les Savy Fav. Les Savy Fav is the subject of today's download. I had a tough time trying to decide which of their albums to put up today. Eventually I'll get around to putting other ones up, but as the first, shall we say, installment I present their debut epic The Cat and the Cobra. I guess one could draw comparisons to the Pixies or Fugazi because, yes, they are tight and poppish while still raw and, to use a cliche and uneffective descriptive term, punk-rock. Fact of the matter is, they sound like a lot of past bands, but goddam if it never feels like it. Every Les Savy Fav song is a breath of fresh-air via a wind-tunnel. They are weird, they are (sort-of) accessible, and this is a crowning moment. Tim Harrington is the Jackie Mason or Mitch Hedburg, he doles out his lyrics through lightning fast one-liners. Looking at the words as a whole entity is pointless, it's much more fulfilling and entertaining to go a line at a time. "We've Got Boxes" and "Who Rocks the Party?" are classic face melting LSF, while "The Orchard" and "Roadside Memorial" slow things down in a very classy fashion through two genuinely beautiful songs. "Dishonest Don Pt.2" weilds one of my all time LSF moments, and it isn't even from their song. Les Savy Fav have a wonderful habit of using other pop song's lyrics (i.e. "Papa Don't Preach" lyrics in "Knowing how the World Works") in their own songs, but in this case they just went ahead and sampled the original. Around 45 seconds into the song they use a line from a not so obscure song to great effect.

I've put a great amount of attention on the front man of this band, when the backing band presents itself as one of the most talented in rock. Constantly tight, even when they seem to be at their wildest, they are among the destructive guitar and rhythym section in American rock and roll. When I saw them live they present themselves as the straight-men to Tim Harrington's "just escaped from the local kookoo house" antics. While he's humping some girl on the floor of the club in a leotard, they're up on stage sounding absolutely amazing.

So here they are! They're loud, they're angry, they're raucous, they posess one of the greatest live shows, and the are unfortunately on a bit of a hiatus. They are LES SAVY FAV!

Les Savy Fav - The Cat and the Cobra | Two

When I have more time tomorrow, aka my day off, I'll upload Inches, LSF's exhaustively catchy 7" collection/art project. But this album should hold you until then. So get on your crazed rock face and enjoy.

So Tired

So, indeed, it has been a few days. My first excuse is this: I don't do weekends. My second excuse covers me for the Monday delay: I was still recovering from my Saturday night. You see, on SAturday night I attended Femi Kuti's concert at the 9:30 club....along with the entire student body of Howard. It was a hell of a time, jam-packed Afro beat madness. I believe his Nigerian fanclub (DC Chapter) was right next to me because they were kickin' it bat-shit crazy! So yeah, his TWO AND A HALF HOUR long set really took it out of me. In fact I'm still pretty damn tired.

In other amazing news, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince came out on Saturday. I'm about 200 pages in and it is yet again, for lack of more grown up language, totally awesome! There's a few suprises already. I dig the pretty dark tones that have been dominating the latest books, very Empire Strikes Back. But I can't really talk about it too much without giving a few things away, soooooo BUY IT!!! Totally kickin' ass!

In the "Things You Care About" category, we've got one download from me today. I've got to slow down, otherwise I'm gonna exhaust every album by the fall. Not really, though, I'm just lazy today. Anyhow, we're taking a look at The Dismemberment Plan's Emergency and I today. Based in beloved Washington DC, the now defunct Plan put out an album fairly ahead of its time. Drenched in electronic noises, oh so common in today's musical landscape, and sharp angular guitars, also common, Dismemberment Plan made this killer album 6 years ago. I don't really feel like talking about this album too much but I will tell you this, "The City" is one of my all time favorite songs, and that's saying something. I blew this album off for such a long time, when it came out in high school I was heavy into my Oi! days, wary of anything that wasn't sung by angry short haired boys. But I grew older and wiser, and I want you to join in on the party. So kick it DC indie-rock style, and enjoy this album which is oh so aware that it's listeners put more than just indie-rock albums on the deck.

The Dismemberment Pan - Emergency and I | TWO

Love,
John

P.S. We're back!! Again!!

Oh Wow

I wasn't planning on posting tonight, so please pardon me if this is brief. I just got home and was checking to see if my internet was working. You see, it's been on the fritz for the past 28 hours and apparently decided to work again. I'm just going to give a brief overview and post what i wanted to post last night. Here we have a very quick EP by Richmond, VA's Pink Razors. It's just pretty straight forward, gritty sounding pop-punk. They put on a good show at the Warehouse Next Door last night. So yeah, I'm tired, enjoy this brief interlude until I am more aware and have more to say. So here's Pink Razors' Scene Suicide

Pink Razors - Scene Suicide

Love,
John

P.S. I'm really glad my computer is working again, now I can get that digital camera I need instead of fixing this hunk-a-junk.

Special Graffiti News Bulletin

I have some bad news guys. While I am not as much a DC/MD resident as I once was, I was always pleased to come home and find that a new graffiti artist was ruling the DC streets, tunels, overhangs, signs, and other public places. This guy was having an output that was unlike anyone else and managed to be more original in his stuff than anyone else in the area right now. He attacked the most dangerous (read: public) spots to tag, and managed to get away with it each time. That is, until last night. Borf was arrested along with two accomplices last night and anyone with a sense of humor and a little artistic appreciation hangs their head today. Now DC just leaves the uncreative dopes to do all the work. Borf provided graffiti with a message, stuff that was aesthetically pleasing, and things you could show your Grandkids. So, in honor of the arrest, I present a link to the BORF gallery.

Borf gallery

And this is for the Washington Post article.

The Mark Of Borf

Sorry DC, but your city seems to have failed again.

Love,
John

P.S. Scroll down for the FREE MUSIC involved post.

P.P.S. Free Borf, Borf is Dead

Afrobeat Alligators

As promised we have a special array of delights, but first the news! Our jovial, glacial paced elfin friends Sigur Ros have dropped unintelligible information about a new album. What is concretely known (and in english) is that the album is titled "takk...", Icelandic for "thanks", will be 11 tracks long, and is slated to be release September 12. According to their website, the track listing, accents and goofy letters intact, goes a little something like this:
1. takk...
2. glósóli
3. hoppípolla
4. með blóðnasir
5. sé lest
6. sæglópur
7. mílanó
8. gong
9. andvari
10. svo hljótt
11. heysátan

So that's the Icelandic news, what of our glorious US of A? What musical happenings abound here? WELL, there are plenty of things. The newest breed of Pitchfork lapdog, scientific name Reviewus Influentius, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! will be touring this fall with The National, who we will become acquainted with later in this post. I'll drop those dates on you when I have a full list/include cities I know my limited readership cares about. Otherwise...I'm too lazy to research, so take what you can get, which is now some more FREE MUSIC!!!

Today we have my favorite Fela Kuti album, Expensive Shit. Comprised of two long tracks, there is honestly no fat on this entire album. Amazingly the two tracks, averaging around 12 minutes each, go buy extremely fast. The instrumental are up-tempo and flawless while the vocal parts are endlessly funky. It's amazing that his legacy isn't bigger than it is. His music can be equally respected in so many genres but tends to get bulldozed by his wild-man attitude and political standings. I don't know a whole lot about Afrobeat beyond Fela and his son Femi (playing at the 930 club on Saturday, by the way, for all of my DC readers) but I know that Fela had an output that was trancsendent of his genre. Takin' it to the streets and keepin' it funky, enjoy Expensive Shit.

Fela Ransome Kuti & Africa '70 - Expensive Shit

Next up is an album which I stumbled across recently but have actually owned for quite some time. At the rate at which I procure music it is very easy for things to fall by the wayside. I'll download or buy something and it may sit unlistened until I begin slowly stumbling across tracks on my iPod or just searching around my computer. Today's second album is one of those cases, and I'm pleased to bring you The National's Alligator. It's easy to compare this album to one band or another, there have been comparisons to everyone from Echo and the Bunnymen to The Jayhawks, but this album is pretty damn good standing all by it's lonesome. The first track "Secret Meeting" kicks off with glittering piano and guitar leading into the "Did he just say that?" lyrics and downbeat melodies of "Karen." Frankly, this album is pretty stellar all the way through. "Lit Up" and "Abel" are a couple of the biggest songs I've heard in a while, which is a pleasing idea. So please download this and enjoy it quicker than I did.

The National - Alligator | Two

So, that's it for today. I hope you enjoyed yourself, I'm really trying to get the hang of all this and am gonna try and get my name out a little more (hence putting my files up onto a more unlimited usage sharing site). Hopefully I can get some readership on this and get this shit really poppin' yo'.

Love,
John

Well, my friends, tonight this post launches the first installment of the new season of "I Am Here To See The Magic." I've learned a few things over the past day, like what i was doing wrong when attempting to post thing on file sharing networks, but get ready folks because this is the new dawn. No longer will these be all words and very little rewards, rewards which some of you more cunning folks found elsewhere. Nay! From now on this is unique as can be, I'm truly putting myself up for the government to take down.

So let's get things started. First off I have a download which is from my own collection. Sure, you can find this other places, but I did this one all by myself and all for you guys. So here we Viatlic's OK Cowboy. >I have had a a recent affinity for dance music. Vitalic comes across sounding like M83 on uppers. He has a virtue which many techno DJ's don't have: patience. While most techno artists attempt to just slap your ecstacy loving butt around the dance floor, Vitalic finds a balance between patient song craft and, that oh-so-greener side of the fence, dancefloor shaking electro beats. After just a few white-hot twelve inches, all of which are found here, he's managed to come out with a fully realized album. So enjoy this frenchy's dance floor destroyers while there's still time. You know, before Dubya blows up France.

Vitalic - Ok Cowboy | Two

Next for today, another original one being put up for you from yours truly, is a mammoth of a song, and performed by the man in today's header picture. This is Fela Kuti's 25 minute Afrobeat epic jam "Confusion." What starts as an quiet organ and drum free jazz dialogue soon lets loose into a funky monster of a track. Sure, it's a monster to get through but you'll be so glad you did by the end of it. Equal parts funk, soul, and Nigerian style prog-rock, it only takes about 5 minutes for you to realize why Fela Ransome-Kuti & The Africa 70 are a force to be reckoned with.

Fela Ransome-Kuti & The Africa 70 - Confusion

I'm on a Fela Kuti kick right now so look for some more of that fine man from Lagos in the days to come.

You know, I was going to write a little more about whatever was on my mind, but for some reason my arms are really tired and feel strained...so you are spared. Enjoy the tunes via my newfound understanding of YouSendIt, and remember, those links are only live for 7 days or 35 downloads, so get on it. As far as plans for tomorrow? Look back here for some more Fela Kuti (a definately), some Sufjan Stevens (a maybe), Death From Above 1979's first EP (a maybe tomorrow or maybe another time, but some time definately), and some other suprises which i really haven't thought up yet.

Love,
John

So, welcome back me! I have returned from a sun soaked vacation without the faintest bit of tan on me. Guess that's just the way things go for me. Overall, it was a good week though. The hurricane put barely any damper on the activities at all. Sure, we weren't able to go on the beach or anything but we certainly made due with what we had.
Tomorrow or so...or another time, marks the upgrade of this site. You may not notice at all but I'm going to attempt to teach myself a little more about doing this more on an informational level as well as more reliably. So, hopefully I can get a new digital camera tomorrow when i get paid an dstart layin down some phat shit on this website. I'm a little out of the music circle right now, I've been away from my computer now for a few days so there will be none of that today. For those of you who come just for that, which is understandable, you may leave. The rest of this I'm just gonna write a little bit.
So, ANYWAYS, I managed to do an extremely dorky thing today. I got back and was reading a little about the new Sufjan Steven's album Illinois, (which is pretty amazing, by the way) and I read that there was a cease and desist on the album's production due to the album's art which features a pictue of Superman on it. Apparently this was not appreciated by the folks at DC and they ordered for it to be removed. HOWEVER there are copies out there that feature the orignal artwork. So I felt it to be a collector's duty to get the one with the original untainted artwork. So I did, and it was on sale, so there. It is a truly fantastic album and his research and understanding of a state's identity is fantastic. Pick that stuff up, it's awesome. Maybe with my new freetime I can really figure out how to do that well for y'all. Peace out for now, I'm sleepy.

Hey....I don't know if any of you heard about this, but Sandra Day O'Connor retired. The news wasn't really giving it much coverage so I thought I would inject some real hard news into my schpeel for once. Pat on the back for me! Hoorah, I say!

Tonight (tonight meaning 3 in the morning) has been a rather indecisive night. In about an hour I will be leaving to go to Jamaica. I thought just simply staying up would be a good idea. One can of coke, one peeing out the window and 4 Arrested Development episodes later, I actually think that going to bed might have been a wiser choice. In the end though, I'm scheduled to awaken in 30 minutes, so I better make this final, and unscheduled (I bet you are just so happy!), post before I leave for vacation really count. So tonight, I'm going to tackle a hard issue, one that most people won't venture to touch because the media doesn't want you to bother with it. Frankly the only reason I feel like talking about this issue is because it's 3 in the morning and I have the balls to face it. What's this question you ask? Plain and simple, the question is this: Why should I care?

This is the true wonderment of today's media. It seems that everything must have a personal stories. No longer are athletes just athletes and rock stars simply rock stars. Nay, now they must be living, walking human interest pieces. I was reading an article about Interpol in an old Spin today and this whole deal dawned on me. Even for a group who's schtick is being cold, aloof party monsters, Spin still had to throw some sort of human interest angle in there. Now I know that one of the guys is from a poor background and is blah blah blah. This seems to be a change from the past. I know more about the artist of the past 10 years life than I would ever know about Marc Bolan, Mick Jagger, Joe Strummer, or Tim Finn's childhood. All I really know about those guys is their nationality. Why do we have an increasing fascination with the idols we have. Why do we strive to strip them of their demigod status. I don't need, or want to honestly, identify with Crispin Glover look-a-like contest winner, Carlos D. Let people play their music in anonymous fashion, letting out bits and pieces of their life if they want too. But if they only want me to know that they are spies with slow hands then let's leave it at that. I'm not looking for a rock and roll best friend, I just want rock idolitry, and that gets hard when I know what that fey pretty boy from the Killers had for his dinner last night.

Alright, big things are happening from here on out. Well, at least when I get back from vacation. And maybe not even then, but sometime something big will happen.