Thanks to all who came out to the Hendrix Electric Lounge last night to dig The End Times and Keg ... Lori and I wound up sharing a mid-week hangover this morning, a rare thing (for her, anyhow) that was enthusiastically earned and richly deserved. Seriously, no more tobacco, that stuff is murder.



Celebrating a wedding anniversary in the company of this man was righteous indeed. The End Times got a lead on an Icelandic music festival that sounds too good to be true, but also too good to ignore. And out on the streets of Columbia City was a team (gaggle? pride? fold?) of beat-boxing freestylers that was heavy enough to make me stop and listen for a while. I suppose I should get back to work now.