The dark winds of Fall began blowing Sunday morning, and since then I've been in a dour, cloudy mood ... it's amazing that through my everyday haze of assorted medicines I can still be so rudely affected by something as subtle as a shift in the weather. My seasonal depression is apparently very real, and realizing it yesterday went a long way toward lifting my spirits. My doctor wrote me a prescription for a light box, and I'm gonna fill it.

The End Times will open the show Thursday night for a handful of noisy, druggy rockers at the Funhouse. Get a load of this flier. We'll be there early, so come on by and drink with us.

My favorite song of the moment is "Tropical Hot Dog Night" by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band, specifically the live 1978 version available for download here at nevergetoutoftheboat.blogspot.com. "Like two flamingos in a fruit fight/Everything's wrong and at the same time it's right." This defines our era, I believe. What will the women do when the men have tropical hot dog payday? Will they come out to meet the monster tonight? I wish I knew.