I just got an email from 'Watanabe Audio Death Claw,' who is promoting some b-list NYC off-night alt.DJ night, and was thinking 'what's up with this Voice-style Soluble Fish mashup of unsexy wordies to conjure an image like one of those tornados-in-a-glass instead of just making a nice, well structured point?' har.

Just dropped $85 on 12 CDs at the In Yr Ear 40% off closing sale. Bought a bunch of random hip hop CDs (should have bought. O.Wang's book on hip hop classix so I would be a better shopper (oh the writing-to-consumerism hex)) and the first Galaxie 500 LP, the fourth Pearls Before Swine LP (god help us, but I love the reedy lisp of Tom Rapp) which might be some prog rock BS and not a spindly psych folk masterpiece like One Nation Underground, with it's funny Bosch cover and "Come Out and Play With Me" shudder, a cover of a children's song my mom used to sing. Weird that most others she sang were from the Bing Crosby songbook - fake Irish lullabies, my intro to ethno authenticity.