Wood filth

Got not-suckered into going someplace I kinda dislike for happy hour today. I will say that I welcome buck fifty pints of Guiness any way I can get them, and as long as it stays dead during those hours and some Mingus comes up on occassion then I'll be back. Next thing get some complimentary meatballs, if you wanna play the game.

I have been digging thru WFMU's vast archives this week for reasons that will soon be clear. I am about to delve into the Aircheck section, with its vast offerings of -- lord help me -- esoteric talk show samplings from years and decades past. Tony Rettman does indeed rep the dubstep on his 2am-6am slot, and even mentioned Green Bay way back in July! Green Bay... by gosh.

I am trying to contend with the omnipresent massive amounts of full italic+caps LOOM that exist in the current climate. These final months of the year oughta be hectic in a blunt, heavy way. Political upheave! A few more weeks of valid album releases before the holiday music ghetto! End of the year round-ups! GREs! Failure! Oversleeping! And of course, Scotch-Nog!

Yes, it is going to be one downhill trudge through the bitter wind.

Glory be.