It’s music, it’s a contest!!!
How can you go wrong? You can’t. Do it and win.

Jason, in DC, you know who you are. Where the hell are you? Your domain’s gone and my emails are bouncing. Don’t make me worry about you again.
email me.

Go there, go see what the girl and the boy are up to. Go see Ornois and have fun.
It has nothing to do with itching either.

And the award for the best spam subject line goes to…..
ANAL ASTRONAUTS, YO!

Where was “Fake Plastic Trees” when I was in high school? Granted, I got all the angsty Seattle grunge I needed, but come on, Fake Plastic Trees would have been the song that I sang religiously before I slept each night and I would have written it out on the back of my notebook.
I would have had a quiet little cry as I thought of all the ways it sang directly to me.
Unfortunately, I’m all grown up now and angst is more amusing than painful. Still a good song, though.