Doncha missit! Don't you miss it.

Holy F! So I recently finished writing the notes for a couple mix cds I've compiled over the past few months. I was bemoaning the fact that the sound quality is so low on Born Under Punches because none of the Talking Heads albums had been remastered yet. Today I find out that not only are they being remastered, Rhino is doing them up big. Comes with everything but a big suit. October 4th!

Damn. If everything works out I should be in live music ecstacy the next three months:

August 23 is White Stripes
August 30 is the Retribution Gospel Choir, which is Alan from Low and Mark from Red House Painters & Sun Kil Moon = sweet beautiful rock.
September 10 is Interpol
October 8 is Acid Mothers Temple & the Cosmic Inferno. I will find my 3rd Eye. Just sayin.

Stupid Cunts.

Reality seems to be getting crazier by the day and I hate where this train is headed. I used to think I was kind, considerate and patient (no bragging here) but more often than not I just feel like David Lynch's Angriest Dog in the World. "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger he approaches the state of rigor mortis." Jason's mother used to send Creative Loafing to us from Atlanta when we were in college and I loved this comic strip. Now I'm starring in it. Hearing other people arguing repulses me. The other day I was at the store and one of those 'not ugly but too bland to be good-looking' cardboard college couples stopped beside me and began whining at each other over how mild the picante sauce had to be and I reeeeallly wanted to shove my finger down my throat and projectile vomit all over them, then smirk at them like Rik from The Young Ones as I stomp off and slip a little in my own mess.

It has been so oppressively hot lately. I had to freeze a washcloth and wrap it around my neck to sleep last night. Good time for a beer then. A lighter one would be more sensible but I couldn't pass up the Strap. Hit me again.

Stupid worthless Constantine movie. I gave it a chance. I hated it.
I have a new issue of Hellblazer on a table across the room waiting to sear the pointless indulgence of this movie from my memory. grumble. meh.