My Hero

ShardsO'Glass

Looking out the window, a pair of homeless-by-choice post-teens. A big, baby-faced thug with a shaved head pushing a shopping cart full of pillows and clothes. Perched atop is the most beautiful girl he'll ever be with, a filthy former cheerleader who just woke up in the park, stoned and barefoot with a stylish cigarette in one hand, riding like royalty and having the time of her life. Her loyal subject looks tired, but exhilarated.

"The war will wage in my guts
Til the devil bites the dust
I never saw him losing a race, but I think he must."

We got Heart Food by Judee Sill this weekend ... quite stunning. Think the best of Joni Mitchell without all the ostentatious trills and jangle, a somber female late-career Phil Ochs, a dark set of songs with glimmering redemption just a few feet out of reach. Former prostitute, oscillating junkie, only two albums completed in her lifetime which were (obviously) too heavy for the marketplace of the early 1970s, then dead of a Mexican overdose at age 34.

There's some good unreleased demos & such you can check out here if that sounds good at all. Do it, I sez.

Softcore Pornography.

OK, til I give enough of a damn to fix 'em, I'm wiping the comments feature off altogether. I'll have to reinstall eventually, at my leisure.

Saw the film ME AND YOU AND EVERYONE WE KNOW, it's gonna be the hot indie sensation of the summer so brace yourself for Miranda July. It's as good as the hype, and next week or so I get to interview Ms. July, so I'll let you know if she's a phony.

Garage Hangover

I dare you to download "What A Way To Die" and not suddenly want to get totally drunk. Do it, now.