by Casey Rea
Damn this cold. I never get sick. Oh, well. Gives me an excuse to stay in and watch Bergman films with the old lady.
I really wanna bitch a blue streak, but will refrain from doing so. My malaise starts with a B and ends with an N. I'm sure you know the score.
Been filling my earholes with the following:
The Pretty Things — Parachute (Thanks for reminding me of these guys, Josh).
Cornelius — Sensuous (Gotta love Amazon Japan).
How's that for eclectic? I'd post some tunes, but I'm feeling lazy. Gotta call the DMV and see about getting legal behind the wheel once again.
Madonna thing on Saturday. I'll be there. Hope it's worth it.
I plan on doing some recording this weekend. Should provide temporary distraction from geographical agitation.
Having offered up the contents of my head, I shall leave you in peace.