Spinning and reading these days;
My taste in stuff in general is accepted as being cooler than yours. This is why.
The weather’s brought bass-player killing black ice to the sidewalk, today from the subway to the office was almost murder. It’s a good thing I walk “deep in thought” staring at my feet so I could see where to walk, otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d be a smear on the sidewalk, or at least have a busted ass from falling.
I should have some upcoming record reviews soon, so check back here and maybe at Late Night Wallflower too.