Did you know that Creeper Lagoon broke up? Neither did I, and I'm in a band in San Francisco. Strange.

I know I've missed the boat here by a couple of years, but it needs to be said: Yo La Tengo's And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out is a fucking amazing record. It never ceases to amaze me how this record would appeal to everyone. I even liked the generally hated by fans Cherry Chapstick song. Wowzers. I'm speechless.

I did that thing where I eat dinner too late, and can't shake a headache for the rest of the evening. The usual combination of beer and Advil doesn't seem to be helping. It's the kind of night I bury my head under the pillow and hope to fall asleep, quickly.

Drove back down from Santa Rosa mid-afternoon today after a long lunch with my mother who came out to visit me and the cat. Took small two-lane highways all the way down, singing along to Help! out the window and passing slow trucks on the fly. As I pulled near the house, I had this overwhelming fear that the place had burned down, or that my evil roomate downstairs decided to steal all my records, or that the lizards had died. I pulled up to a quiet intact house, a large stack of records, and an angry big lizard who was pissed 'cause I hadn't fed him yet. Everything seemed good, still seems that way, if I could just shake this headache.

MP3 of the week: One day I called up a friend who lived in Sacramento and said "Hey, what record are you really into right now, one that I should go out and buy at whatever the cost." She said "Mezcal Head by Swervedriver." I'm lucky I have friends with good taste. While cleaning up the living room today, I brought myself back to earth blasting Duel out in the living room. Things looked shiny by the time Last Train to Satansville came on, my other favorite on the record.