I always step into these things uncertain, like being at the mouth of a cave. So first I just have to find my footing, and that means just fucking writing whatever comes to mind. Maybe something important will rear up, but for now it's:

What Am I Listening To This Week?

I finally bought Don Cabellero's American Don, so that's been making the rounds. Really though, I'm still upset about Juno pulling an At The Drive-In-like "hiatus" (details here). Luckily, I've found two concerts worth of MP3s thanks to Soulseek. Right now, "Leave A Clean Camp and a Dead Fire" is swirling out of the speakers.

I drove around today, once again trying to enjoy the Zombies greatest hits. I just don't think I'me ever in the proper mood to listen to that stuff. I briefly owned Oddessy and Oracle, but gave it to a friend with a higher tolerance for slightly twee '60s pop. I dig the singer's wardrobe though.

Shellac reminds me not to take anything too seriously (except recording equipment, of course).

Elvis Costello remains a god. I'm finally starting to absorb Get Happy!

I've got both Sufjan Stevens' Michigan and Royal City's latest on their way to my mailbox. I'm almost giddy.

Oh! Hopefully, this Saturday, I'll be able to record one song on my friend Donald's 8 track. Check out his site here and join the mounting movement.

I'm feeling a little better now, having been totally banal for a few minutes. Porn time.  ¶ 11/18/2003 04:00:00 PM

  I thought I was done with this kind of thing after my old online journal went pay. That was two years ago.

It's funny what three am can get a guy to do.  ¶ 11/18/2003 12:34:00 AM