just finishied my sufjan stevens piece. didn't know how to work my ackward conver w/ him abt being an "xtian" artist in, since he was so vehemently anti- the whole concept and title, but it's important none the less cause he's on the Danielson label now. michigan continues to be one of my favorite late night listening albums - i can't believe anyone my age can be so stripped of irony, so totally cohesive and self-less in the creating of great music. love love it, even if the arrangements could sometimes be more dynamic.

am excited beyond belief at my escape from providence tomorrow to the sunny streets of new orleans. i've been cramming zydeco to get to know what formerly 'jus grew and trying still to understand the definition of 'creole' which i think means French-speaking non-Canadian coming from black or white person from Louisiana. Cajun being, Canadian. can't say that i'm into ye olde push button accordion but it is a weird part of culture down there.

planning to do the parades, the sunday mardi gras indians run down, a friday night show by turducken (awesome local events organizer and a fine piece of animal eater multitasking) and of course, umm, body shots on Bourbon street.

BARF BAG: my new idea for the worst critico quotation of the week, goes to this fellow, simply and sadly stuck in sassy style:

The new stuff sounded sunniest, mostly; but born of the band's bliss-shit helix, their DNA of circular strings and lost-in-wanderlust, they seethe in a thousand shades.

(ya, i know its unfair but i thought i'd read him and i was not surprised)