My Hockey Night q&a is up - long live Paul Sprangers and the Red Wing pop posse. This is the second time I've written something about someone I know, the first time being a story about how my cousin was obsessed with Rick Springfield, which was maybe on some kind of online version of Hit It Or Quit It a few years ago. Writing about the familiar makes me itchy.

Dear blog friends, I was recently sort of darkly thinking about desert island discs (sigh) and came to the sick conclusion that Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space might actually be mine. How grossly trad whoa-is-me first year of college. I'm happy to report to you tonight, however, that when I am feeling sad I now turn more appropriately straight to Robert Wyatt. So basically, now the pity party just has better drum sounds.

Bought in prep for trip: new excepter, mickey newbury, that acid house soul jazz comp, and a chocolate overdose album (ahh, the wrong 'pop' record from rune g. who was telling me about something on that label that was girlie, weird?).