laid in bed in a funk tonite listening to the new lambchop album, sounds like a depressed meatloaf with neil young on guitar. apparent humor in the statement 'lambchop sounds like meatloaf.' not in a laughing mood. also, the singer from the swedish band 'club 8''s solo record, pretty good (wish i had listened to it bfr the indie pop comp, oh well, i'll have another chance) - a few radiohead meets her space elliot smith very 'now' jams, the first one catching me with offhand 'you don't need to tell me i don't need you anymore' lyrics.

finished the spitz book and on to a nation book about punk radio stations in bosnia - looks really good and helpful to my czech music/culture book. i worry that the gleam of the cz is so far gone that a mere mention to publishers will be laughed at. gotta kick up research and context, why it is so important now?

finishing the epic spiritualized article, seven pages in quotes and framing...can't wait to turn it in and have the editor shit that it isn't a slapped up q and a. i flutuate btwn the jason pierce love and hate, mostly bc my interview with the old bassist sean cook revealed the other side of the story, one i'd never bothered with. of course, they were fired in 99, the midst of the great disappearance. not much on the minds. funny how that works, how people forget about bands who take more than eight months between records and then suddenly "Oh ya!" there's this weird hype surrounded by dread that it will be reguritation or worse, some dolled-up tacky crap canning sounds of the top o the college charts. that's why bands like radiohead (ha ha and the pumpkins) were smart in recording way too much in the studio, using the offtracks or wacked out, late night stuff for an audience already primed - amazing to think of the band as so much business that you record what you've had, and in studio write where you want to go - for the pacifier. projecting.