Sunday, December 13, 2009

ze best of 2009

ahhh! so much good music, it almost surprised me! (hard to distill down to this, even)

Here is my mix of the stuff deserving attention and praise in 2009:

Get On Your Boots, 2009
  1. "Fresh Air" Brother Ali, Us
  2. "Hysteric" The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, It's Blitz!
  3. "Hang You from the Heavens" The Dead Weather" Horehound
  4. "Cornerstone" The Arctic Monkeys, Humbug
  5. "While You Wait For the Others" Grizzly Bear featuring Michael McDonald
  6. "Get On Your Boots" U2 No Line on the Horizon
  7. "The Wrestler" Bruce Springsteen Working on a Dream
  8. "Something Is Squeezing My Skull" Morrissey Years of Refusal
  9. "Ulysses" Franz Ferdinand Tonight: Franz Ferdinand
  10. "Fire" Kasabian West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum
  11. "Home" Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, Up From Below
  12. "Beyond Here Lies Nothing" Bob Dylan Together Through Life
  13. "!Viva La Gloria!" Green Day 21st Century Breakdown
  14. "Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise" Avett Brothers I and Love and You
  15. *bonus track*: "Red Right Hand" Arctic Monkeys Crying Lightning single

Friday, December 11, 2009

why (I don't really need an answer)

HOW is that some music just sinks in immediately, and other stuff takes a whiiiile to marinate?

Is it better when it takes longer?

Is the quickly pleasing stuff that's easier to digest lacking in some way?

But what about the Beatles?


Friday, September 25, 2009

why I am so happy

the Arctic Monkeys are just a few short hours from hitting the First Avenue stage.

they just played a live in-studio with Mark Wheat.

Wheat said he asked Alex what his favorite Beatles' record was, he said Rubber Soul.

Wheat speculated that the lads "might just do a Beatles cover tonight."


Sunday, September 13, 2009


ok, so maybe they were right...I read several references to Moz when it came to this beaut of a song...(actually did take a bit to grow on me) then I got finally got the joke of it, and went with it. (the Moz melodrama of how Alex draws out the line, "I eeelooong-ated my lift home"... I'd like to hear that old man cover that shit.


I thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a look alike
She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in The Rusty Hook, huddled up in a wicker chair
I wandered over for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close and she held me very tightly until I asked awfully politely
"please can I call you her name?"

I elongated my lift home
I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt and kept my short cuts to myself

I thought I saw you in The Parrot's Beak messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak and she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in Letraset
"No, you can't call me her name"

Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

I saw your sister in The Cornerstone on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said "I'm really not supposed to but yes, you can call me anything you want"

no, it's not Bah...

inevitably, I am fully hooked to the newish (got it at midnight on August 23...) Arctic Monkeys' record, "Humbug." The title is a name for a popular hard candy found 'cross the pond. From what I hear, it involves peppermint and is said to have a "warming effect" -- cause it's a Christmas candy. (nothing to do with Mr. Scrooge, although the lads are "fully aware" of that connotation.

It's so layered and dark and sexy. Alex Turner really has matured. His voice is deeeeeper, sexier, more measured...he takes his time now, musically and vocally... teases it out. Which, goes behind the idea of the album title and feel as a whole, really -- take your time with it and it slowly reveals itself to you -- this was what they are saying their intent was. For me, I sunk in pretty hard quite fast. The melodies were infectious almost right away. Helders' drumming is even more impressive and unrelenting than ever before -- driving the frenzied beats behind the heavy dark geetars. That makes it sexy, too. More than they ever were before. I like this. It's something I actually didn't foresee... well, that and the possibility of drugs in the desert with Josh Homme. Turns out it's a brilliant move and I love hearing that adventure in the music.

I was probably able to digest this one more quickly because we had JUST seen them (twice!!) in Chicago for my birthday weekend, at the Metro and at Lollapalooza.
[A monumental and magical weekend, full of amazing music and love... James and I got engaged. Lou Reed serenaded us as we made the decision to get hitched. pretty spectacular...whew.]

So, the Arctic Monkeys played heavy on the new stuff (seemed like hardly any songs from the debut record) and I wasn't into it immediately...but the second go, at the festival -- they had a certain, far more urgent and intense and grand-scale vibe to it, They pushed it out on the huge crowd hard and heavy. The people were diggin it. Lot of range of ages over there, too. My favorite image was a tiny tot bouncing with his fist in the air to the rockers. It was precious.

"biggest crowd we've played to in America..."

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

the stuff of legends

I feel like this has been an amazing season of music for me and Fitzy. We have been more determined than ever to see as much as we can -- grasping life by the balls, man! hehe. Specifically, we have seen some downright *legends* when it comes to pop culture/music...

saw Bruce in May

saw The Dead in May

saw X in June

saw Elvis Costello in July

gonna see LOU muthafuckin REED in August (my first time!)
((I feel like I'm finally ready to see Reed...I think I appreciate him more than I ever had before AND I had just re-read all those wonderfully fucked up meetings he'd had with Lester Bangs. Quite a history those two had...))

...and I get to see my beloved Arctic Monkeys (soon to be considered legends, of course...) in both August (on my birthday!?!?! what!?!? yes.) at the Metro AND at Lolla! AND in September when they come to First Ave. how cool is that? wonder if Mr. Costello will make another appearance and come to MPLS to see the lads again...that would be incredible.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

MCA - get better quick!

So, MCA from the Beasties has cancer. (check out their website -- MCA and AdRock have a lil' video message up).

So....they're cancelling their slot at Lolla....

the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are replacing them.

this could be interesting...

Here's hopin for a successful surgery for to you, man.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

right now....

REALLY diggin the Green Day epic....I was dubious at first, too. but it's really powerful, catchy, angsty and articulate. Billie Joe keeps evolving -- kinda makes me think of Strummer, even. Like The Great Joe, as he becomes more in tune with what makes him angry ("anger can be power - did you know that you can use it?") Billie Joe seems to be taking that sentiment and fusing it (brilliantly) with his trademark powerfully poppy punk rock that can reach the masses (in a totally anthemic, fill the bleachers-way, to boot!). The great, ol' make 'em think whilst you make 'em dance/pogo/thrust-fist-in-air trick. Love it, and always will.

Also just recently read the RS interview with Green Day -- (and BJ is just as real and as great and as focused as I hoped he'd be) and he's all bout the East Bay still (reminded me of the manner in which Bruce still resides in Jersey). And Billie says that "A Quick One While He's Away," one of my all time fave Who masterpieces (the mini-rock-opera that never became the full epic that Pete had intended) is one of HIS all-time fave, influential pieces of music. I am listening to Green Day's version they recorded right this very moment and it is making me very happy. A total homage to Pete and the boys. 21st Century Breakdown, a three act, sprawling narrative about the characters *Gloria* (yeah, wtf. so damn cool for me) and Christian does the spirit of the Clash, the Who, Patti Smith and all the passionate punks proud.

Check your prejudices at the door and check this shit out.
21st century breakdown cover
This is my fave.

East Jesus Nowhere

Raise your hands now to testify
Your confession will be crucified
You're a sacrificial suicide
Like a dog that's been sodomized
Stand up! - All the white boys
Sit down! - All the black girls
You're the soldiers of the new world

Put your faith in a miracle
And it's non-denominational
Join the choir we will be singing
In the church of wishful thinking

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics

Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed
I threw my crutches in
The river of a shadow of doubt
And I'll be dressed in my Sunday best

Say a prayer for the family
Drop a coin for humanity
Ain't this uniform so flattering?
I never asked you a goddamned thing

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics

Don't test me
Second guess me
Protest me
You will disappear

I want to know who's allowed to breed
All the dogs who never learned to read
Missionary politicians
And the cops of a new religion

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the inside

Thursday, June 04, 2009

giving the Yeah Yeah Yeahs another shot

(best album cover I've seen in a while, dude)

I heard the song, "Hysteria" on the Current this eve....and DAMN, if it didn't sound DAMN good. I had to pull "Fever to Tell" off the dusty shelf and give it a spin. It made me remember that I really didn't *hate* the Y Y Ys, I just never took it more than mildly entertaining performance art that sometimes rocked. "Maps" hooked me into liking them more, but it kinda hit a dead end, and I never fully embraced them.

But when I just put on "Fever to Tell," It rocked me hard.

Made me feel like I felt when I used to headbang to the sounds of PJ Harvey and the Ramones in my formative years.

So, I had to go and get the new one (cover above), "It's Blitz!" and it's really solid -- layered, sexy production. Karen O's vocal not too tweaked, and sounding better than ever. Got me right away, especially the beautiful, thoughtful and melodic "Hysteric." Sweet, dancey, a bit crazy ...and there's *whistling.* It's fuckin great. There's also an even more lovely acoustic version...really made me feel so silly for ever dismissing them! her voice over acoustic geetar and and oh-so-pretty.

Speaking of sexy and pretty...I feel like I haven't been fair in my interpretation of Karen O and her "persona." I used to hate it. (The hair in the eyes completely, the re-dick fluorescent fishnet look, the drunken show "art" performance, yadda, yadda. It seemed like such shtick. blek.) I hate to even admit it, but early on, before I heard much, I thought she was a total hack that was coppin' a complete Chrissy Hynde vocal AND bangs cambo. ...but I see it now, her references to females and males of rock past and her own twist on it all. I can dig it. I think she's sexy, pretty, brave, funny and smart.

The radio single, "Heads Will Roll" I had been slowly accepting (after disregarding it pretty quickly as absurd -- almost a caricature of themselves). I flat out like it, now (!) haha I am loving the stupid/smart beat-driven dancedancedance shebang with my fave lyric right now:

"Glitter on the wet streets/ silver over everything/ the glitter's all wet / you're all chrome" -------- sublime.

I even have had a change of heart about their bloody NAME. I used to hate it. It was just annoying to three-peat all the time. I get it now. It's so simple, but the yeah yeah yeahs are everywhere in pop music and have been since the beginning. I get it, you guys and I love it. I love how Ramones it all is...yeeeeeeaah. (yeah, yeah)

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

still feels like a dream...

did I *really* see "Rosalita" last night?

Yes. Yes, I did.

and this epic set:

Radio Nowhere
Outlaw Pete
No Surrender
Out in the Street
Working on a Dream
Johnny 99
The Ghost of Tom Joad
Raise Your Hand
Good Lovin'
Prove It All Night
The E Street Shuffle
Waitin' on a Sunny Day
The Promised Land
I'm on Fire
Kingdom of Days
Lonesome Day
The Rising
Born to Run
* * *
Hard Times
Tenth Avenue Freeze-out
Land of Hope and Dreams
American Land
Bobby Jean

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

morning tastes better with Fountains of Wayne

specifically a rad, in-studio, Mary Lucia requested "Red Dragon Tattoo" -- one of my all-time-faves from FOW.

And I was *just* thinking how the Live Track of the Day at 7 in the morning is usually kind of a drag, and it's rarely a band I really like...and WTH!?

It surprised me and delighted me. (I especially loved the rocker piano bits!)

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Lollipop and Fountains of Wayne frontman creates more pop magic in a lab


I've been *so bad* ... I know this.

But, here are my thoughts of late:

* went to the Sound Opinions (with Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot) shindig at the Cedar on Monday. It was mostly awesome. Town hall-style, forum about the state of music and how the future (and the present) of technology changes everything. Thought they had some great points made about how fucked the record industry has been for...ever (they have a pont when they rhetorically ask: think of one great artist since the beginning of pop music that hasn't been fucked over by the industry in some way. Start with Robert Johnson and move your way though time, really).
SO, the cliche: the more things change, the more they stay the same kept coming up again and again...which was vaguely comforting, actually. Another comforting and awesome little factoid: Treehouse Records, my local record shop, has had a huge increase in sales of vinyl in recent months. Doesn't that make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? It does for me.

DeRogatis kept using Lil' Wayne's "Lollipop" as an example of "how much is a song worth?" and how a pop song can be both stupid and great (or was it stupid and clev-ah...??haha) at the same time. Me, having my head in the sand to some degree when it comes to a lot of popular music, right now (again, yes, I know...I've been bad) had NEVER even heard it. So, I got it and listened to was pretty damn good. And silly. And I thought, at first, DAMN, that is sick. SO fucking graphic, man. And then, in the next second, I thought: well, shit, think of LITTLE (Lil'??)Richard and his lyrics to "Good Golly Miss Molly." (Y'know...she sure likes to *ball* and when we're rockin' and a' rollin'...doin' the deed, y'know...can't hear yo mama call....cuz of all the loud sex and such. So, what's the damn dif?

Love that you can always bring it back home like that.

*Have you heard the new Dylan single, "Beyond Here Lies Nothin'" yet? It's kinda amazing... I fell in love with it instantly which hasn't happened with "new" Dylan for me since...prolly "Things Have Changed." It rocks, it's weird, it's catchy and it has great doomsday lyrics.

*dig this concept: Taylor fucking Hanson (yep, from HANSON) fronting a band with James Iha from the Smashing Pumpkins and Cheap Trick drummer Bun E. Carlos. WTF, right? Who the hell came up with dis? Well, who the hell else but mad scientist of pop and rock, Fountains of Wayne's Adam Schlesinger. LOVE him. His brain is up there with Brian Wilson, I'm tellin' ya...

They're called Tinted Windows and I guess I'm slow on the uptake about this thing, but it sure sounds cool...or horrible. Can't say until I hear it now, can I? heh.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


Do you got it (yet)?

I got it.



(more later...)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

it sure FEELS like Spring....and LOOKS like Spring...

So, I'm listening to the Stone Roses self-titled album because it is so very linked to Spring for me, I believe it will truly conjure up the season....right?

Monday, February 09, 2009

Ryan Bratty Adams and the problem with music journalism

Fuck journalism, man. Well, not really. I still have lots of love... but all the music journalism I consume has got to have some ill consequences, right?

I always seem to tell people about the way I got into Oasis. I seem to always have to preface it --defend it-- with, "Well, I HATED them at first." That's not entirely true. I liked "Live Forever"--which was the very first Oasis song I ever heard. I even saw 'em do it on Letterman. Then, since I was bout it, bout it for all Brit mags, I was hit with the barrage of infamous quotations from the Gallagher brothers. My take on them, like many other observers, was: these lads are fucking wankers. So full of shit, soooo arrogant! It was maddening. It was enough to make myself close-minded and resist the pleasures of the Oasis sound until my dad made me realize that the boys could write some damn fine rock anthems. It's funny, because, although my dad got me into a lot of the rock base...(the brit bands, etc.), it took his insistence for me to get into something that should've been a no-brainer for me. (British, young, brash and loved the Sex Pistols? My dad does not care for the Sex Pistols, or any punk at all.) In fact, it was the linking to the Pistols that made me understand and accept the Gallagher brothers' attitude.

So it went with one young, brash, arrogant Ryan Adams. I was inundated (again, my own fault--can't stop!) with negative, obnoxious press about the kid before I heard one note of music. Especially his infamous, bratty on-stage breakdowns and diva drug dramas. I tried to distance myself from him and his music.

I remember waking up from a jet lag nap in London (Catu and I were visiting Racho..this is 2002, mind you) and seeing Adams' album Gold. The beautiful Irish flatmate of Racho's (goddammit, can't remember her name, now) was playing Achtung Baby. And all I could think was, areyoufuckingkiddingme? Irish chick plays U2 whist cooking dinner in her London flat and I'm here right now? wtf. But, Gold was sitting there. I thought, damn, he's huge, isn't he? People just adore his music. Maybe I should finally give him a chance. But, no. I was still so turned off by everything I had heard about him -- and it was a lot of shit, too (remember what Westerberg said?). And, really, that album cover!? Upside down American flag...come. on.

OK, so I realize how *shallow* it sounds-- to base my judgement on poor Ryan Adams on the bullshit and not the music. Well, I had heard the music...and I was drawn to it...a bit.

"Burning Photographs" (off of Rock'n'Roll) is something that I couldn't resist, even though you could say that it was slightly overplayed in the radio world (not exactly true, but I head it more than any other Ryan Adams song...besides "Stars Go Blue," but it wasn't even his version that I heard). That song and "New York, New York," from Gold were both very familiar to me, but not enough for me to investigate his music any further. It took an extremely random moment of catching the beginning of the movie, "Old School," (a Will Farrell vehicle....?) and his song off of "Heartbreaker"** called "To Be Young..." and I knew I had to give the music a chance. It was such a perfect song. I dug how raw and 60's (albeit very Bob Dylan of him) it sounded old and new and I didn't know it was Adams...but I did. I figured it must be him. All the ("whooo, man!"s...) old slang, man. From what I knew of him, it fit.

I saw him in December, opening for (who else!?) Oasis! He didn't say a damn word. He shut up and sang and played (how many fans had shouted that demand, I wonder, over the years...?) His set was varied and entertaining, if not low-key. One of the most impressive things about Adams is how much he can change his voice and his persona and his genre and still make it work. It's almost disarming how he can alter his sound--but it's a beautiful thing (Neil Young is the master of this, for me, of course). Sometimes he is too sad-bastard for me. Sometimes the harmonica is overused. But I am liking him more and more. (Alicia, I have you to thank very much for all of this, too!) The man is talented. Interviews with him lately have been very intriguing (lots of press of late, with the release of Cardinology). (Like learning that Gold is simply about the making of Heartbreaker, essentially. makes total sense. they are companion pieces.) He's supposedly sober (after years of alcohol abuse and doing fucking speedballs everyday. yuck.) and working with Phil Lesh a few years ago apparently changed his life--musically and otherwise. In interviews, nowadays, he comes across as a manic, passionate, eccentric total musichead nerd. I love it. And he calls his older (drugged and drunken) self an "asshole" and "prick" and says he used to be "full of shit." So, I guess I was right...

**I just read this: (from Rolling Stone)

Not only is Adams a huge fan of the R&B singer, he named an album after a Mariah Carey cut. "My manager called and said, 'You have 15 seconds to name this record,'" he says. "My eyes focused on this poster of Mariah wearing a T-shirt that said HEARTBREAKER. I just shouted, 'Heartbreaker!' Daydream is one of my most played records. People need to reinvestigate Glitter. I'm settled enough in my masculinity to say I don't see anything wrong with Glitter."

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


*This morning I flipped on the Current (it was before 6:30 am, I know this) and I was dog tired. My spirits were immediately lifted with the sound of the Faces doing a (live?) version of "Maggie May" I had never heard before. It was awesome. THEN Seel busts out the most riff-laden, rocker Ryan Adams tune of late, "Magick."

*I still feel a giddy burst of joy when I hear ANYboday say the words PRESIDENT Barack Obama.

*Shuffle brought me some Chris Isaak today and listening to him always makes me think of the following things:

-moderate, fake, guilt-pleasure in even liking him.

-thoughts of Twin Peaks (he was in "Fire Walk With Me" and Audrey. Rarrrrr.

-the video for "Wicked Game" which was easily the most erotic thing I had ever seen at a very young age. (So, in turn, hearing that song makes me think of a nekked Helena Christensen

-I used to think he was kinda sleazy and not very good lookin', now, in my older age, I think he's kinda UglySexy.

-and he will always, unavoidably, every time, make me miss and love Roy Orbison.

*Have you heard of Glasvegas? I hadn't until recently. I heard comparisons and refs to Bruce Springsteen, the Jesus and Mary Chain and Phil Spector, so I had to check 'em out. I am still really undecided on them. My shuffle helped me today. I heard "Daddy's Gone" and then "Richard" by Billy Bragg, and it made more sense to me. Gawd, I wanna be a DJ.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Wrestler - haunted

I saw "The Wrestler" last night with my dad, and thoughts of it will not leave me alone. It was one of the best movies I have seen in a long while and Micky Rourke's personal, NATURAL performance was one of a kind.

If you've seen Rourke recently, you know what I mean when I say this: It might take you a while to get past his face. It did for me. I realized, hours after the movie, that he reminded me of the Cowardly Lion from the "Wizard of Oz." It's the hair, the movement, the mouth, the eyes...the skin's trippy.

The movie was made for practically nothing (Rourke literally worked for no pay) and the bumpy camera work can be, at times, distracting. The bloody realism is so striking--it had me covering my eyes when it got particularly brutal. But what I was continually amazed by was the naturalism of Rourke's portrayal of Randy "The Ram" Robinson. He *was* him. I just saw an interview with Rourke and he said that it was a hard role to play for many reasons (the training and gaining weight wasn't a picnic) but that the main reason was that it was so "close to home."

You know the story, right? In the '80s, Rourke was a hot (see above), young, brash up and coming actor's actor. Major gravitas, man. His life kinda got out of control (drugs, general recklessness, I think) and his career was all but dead. He gave up acting and started boxing professionally (!). He was *made* to play The Ram, a famous wrestler from the '80s. Right away we see that Randy, once a great wrestler and full-on celeb is now living in a trailer and has no one in his life. (Apparently Rourke himself got almost, if not exactly, as down-and-out as Randy.)
There's this scene between him and Marisa Tomei (playing an "aging" stripper named Cassidy) at a bar and the jukebox is blasting some godforsaken hair metal. They love that shit. They
make this adorable, realistic, Sopranos-esque love connection about how much the '80s ruled and the '90s sucked. Randy has this gross (but slightly funny) line about how "that pussy Kurt Cobain had to come along and ruin everything." Cassidy agrees heartily and spits, "like there's something wrong about wanting to have a good time!" I loved how just that one exchange say so much about them and their chosen careers--just not wanting to let the good times die, baby.

He fucks up a lot of shit in his life. It's hard to watch. But he makes fans (of this level of minor league wrestling anyway) happy and it's what he lives for. I won't go into the plot any more--I hate when people do that. I will tell you that his work in "The Wrestler" is explosive, haunting, touching, disturbing and awe inspiring. It's kinda like it's not really a movie…it's that good.

Please see this movie.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

this morning

sure feels better than yesterday morning, huh?

What with the whole PRESIDENT Barack Obama thing...

((sigh)) yeah, it feels really, really good.

Yesterday, at 11:02 am, was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Pretty wonderful to share that feeling with so many millions of people 'round the world, man. First time I have ever felt *that* connected with the planet at large.

All day I was elated, but I don't think it fully hit me til the evening. It was Beyonce singing (beautifully, powerfully) "At Last" with tears in her eyes, as she watched Barack and Michelle dance that famous first dance that had it all sink in for me...and this:

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Hello 2009!

I wanted to get my shit together and write about 2008--do a couple lists, perhaps...but I never got my shit together in blog-form.

Influenced by Festivus, and the airing of grievances, I would like to shed 2008 (and not list it up) and look forward. So, these are the things I am looking forward to, on the pop culture horizon:

*The Inauguration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and the music and celebration to accompany it, of course.

* LOST starting next week. Yes, I have become a devotee. It is intense, my new found love for the show. I was very hesitant to even get involved (cuz I was warned of the addiction risk: oh, and it is very, very real), but I was sucked in. I can safely say I have never seen such richly developed characters on tv. Ever. Oh, and the plot insanity is one-of-a-kind, too. It is a fucking long-ass MOVIE, really. It's really not very tv, at all... (it's not HBO, though, either. heh.)

*oh, and this might be the key to unlock the mysteries of the island and make you laugh thinking about this guy waxing his chest. hoo-ah!

*Michael Franti and Spearhead at the State in February!! Joyful, positive, political and passionate lust for life kinda dance party, baby. He is the closest thing to Strummer we have right now... word.

*Idol. (when auditions are over, that is) And the potluck fun that we enjoy with our friends. Such great cooks, my friends. sigh. Oh, and the auditions have had some hope and joy, which is awesome. So far, I like this guy...a lot. (his name's Asa, he has a precious young daughter and he's a marching band director. I shit you not.)

*Top Chef! More tv, I know, I know...what have I become? I fucking LOVE this show. It makes me appreciate food and cooking in a way I didn't know I could. Sometimes it gets snarky and highbrow, but really, I just love everything about it: Padma, the creative challenges that never cease to impress me, the fact that this season is in NYC, the rich and diverse personalities that only chefs can deliver and Padma...can you believe she was *married* to Salman Rushdie!? Kinda mind-blowing, huh?

*Story of the Sea's record release show at the end of the month. Yeeeeeeah!

* Ice skating, sledding and snow-storm exploring to beat the cold-as-a-muthfucka-winter bullshit blues!

***And, I need to give a shout out appreciation to the Current and it's new morning MUSIC programming. It starts my day out oh-so-right. I love hearing the gentle voice of Steve Seel to ease me into the morning. He's nerdy and funny and most importantly, he doesn't talk too much. I don't always love what he loves, but that's just fine. When I get to hear Beck, Sharon Jones and the Verve on a single, cold, shitty early morning-- it makes the medicine go down in the most delightful way.