Big plans! Been tied up at the office—lots of extra assignments right now, on the homefront with a major reorganization enterprise, and with a couple new music projects, so this blog has fallen by the wayside. But good god has there been a lot of good political stuff to blog about. I'm not really reading a lot of music blogs right now—but I have been following the prog blog wars when I am. This blog isn't really the place for politics and I never go rushing to keyboard when I have something to get off my chest–so I am thinking of taking up a specialized political blog at my other blogspot home. Any takers? Okay, okay, I realize you've completely forgotten about me and I don't blame you. But if the people call for it, I will blog.


No one tells me anything.
This is a sad, strange fucking story. Jeremy Blake was a bit of a superstar when I knew him back in high school–shit, I thought he was older then me, not a month younger. The guy was on track to becoming one of the notable artists of our generation. I'm getting a weird feeling thinking about NOU circle of characters and where they have ended up. No joking around, this is simply very sad and I'm not going to partake of the sensationalism that's continuing to cloud around the tragedy. More to the point, I feel a bit stupid being the last to know about these kind of things.


{Rare} Nirvana live found!
In one of those rare moments where I actually scare myself with my accurate memory of things that should be forgotten, it took me about 12.8 seconds to find my missing Nirvana live tape, circa 1990 Chicago Metro. I wrote about it in the Chicago Reader back in 2002 or so, but I couldn't actually track it down until I remembered a box of cassettes stashed in my folk's basement. It was there, on top, with a live Jawbox set on the flip–no offense, but that's not quite as exciting. I'll digitize it soon, EQ it. Question is, what then? Post online? Send to Krist Novo?