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And a mix cd with a bunch of Guided By Voices, King Crimson and Mahavishnu Orchestra tracks that a friend gave me last night.

Check out the email I just got from Jeff Gauthier/Cryptogramophone: "Dear Jeffrey, Congratulations. Nels Cline , sitting in his hotel room in Aukland New Zealand surrounded by strange furry beasts, pointed at the screen and chose YOUR NAME out of the 20 or so correct answers to our absurdly simple question. This means YOU WIN one of each of Nels’ titles on Cryptogramophone, a T-shirt AND a Tote bag! Please send us your full name, address, and T-shirt size and we’ll get these items off to you early next week. Thanks for playing along with us. Come back to www.crypto.tv and vi

I like this concept. She played a house show/fundraiser for a dog rescue organization that my neighbor co-owns. So although the article makes it sould like she's focusing on Europe, she's already brought this type of performing to the states. http://www.potcake.org/Jett.html

I'll donate $1 to you if you promise to keep the same avatar forever. I could watch that all day. I've never tried the donate money for music thing. In my experience (which includes tapes and cds but not downloads), one way or another the majority of the copies wind up being given away for free no matter how much you try to charge. Usually after the band breaks up.

What's this all about? I hate that album cover, but maybe the music is good.

They recently installed freeway on-ramp traffic lights near my house. One car per green light. The light turns red before most people can hit the gas pedal and get their car in motion. It was frustrating, but still kind of humorous, to watch people react to the one second green light the first few days.

Let me guess...the 8 second green light stays red for 3+ minutes. I get to experience a few of those myself.

Totally. Not to mention how annoying a hyper lynx can be.

Really? I remember Sinead was originally on the bill, but I didn't know Pavement was the substitute act. That's a great trade. Sinead would have been terrible in that setting. I've seen her before, and she was good, but Lollapalooza isn't the place for her. We also got Mike Watt w/ Nels Cline on the side stage that year.

I'm with you. I wonder how difficult it'd be to customize a regular Tele into a 12 string.

They did a segment on this on NPR this morning, but other than that I hadn't heard much about it. Sounds horrific. I hope the waters are beginning to recede, or will be very soon.

Never. I've never written a song by myself, but I've co-written several. That'd be a pretty big honor.

Did you see the Atlanta Lollapalooza? I was there, and unless my memory is playing tricks, Pavement played a second unannounced set on the side stage that day.

Here's the trailer for "Stones in Exile", a documentary about the making of the album.

I've never done the no tv thing, but I try to stick to only the shows I know I like and avoid vegging out or channel surfing in front of the tv. There's a guilty pleasure type of show I usually watch with my wife on Tuesday nights, but in recent weeks I've been getting together with some old bandmates on Tuesdays to make up some new songs. It's a much better feeling to have spent a couple hours trying to create something, rather than speding that time watching a tv program. Once you miss a few episodes of a show and get a verbal recap, you realize how repetitive and unnecessarily long mo

Any of the first 10 or 12 NRBQ albums.

I just got into him, too. I first heard him on the Little Willies cd. There are several really good Jim Campilongo videos on Youtube where he demonstrates some of his playing techniques/equipment. Here's one:

Crocs are suposedly a good choice of footwear for sufferers of Plantar Fasciitis.

Perhaps the BO from all the obese people (which is almost everyone around here) was masking the BO from all the skinny people.

I don't know. I've never been stuck behind a skinny person on an escalator.

I'm usually in a hurry to get off the escalator because that gives me more time to stop and smell actual roses rather than the B.O. of the obese person in front of me on the escalator.