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Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Robyn Hitchcock's a poet:

He'd never make love to a loaf of bread
Unless of course he found one in his bed
Now frogs are reproducing on your back
And bubbles keep emerging from a crack

In iambic pentameter no less....

Monday, May 12, 2003

Ahhh. The genius figures it out.

For some reason this is on west coast time. Could be my Hollywood appeal.

Figure Blue

Never known it to
rain so
Stumble track-
like flu
Stand half inch
by the train
Wind hit like
brick bats
Bandages and lozenges
Stony stone friend
enemy same
even to us
to us
Even us
stone

Feedback feedback all I wanted was some goddamn community feedback and I....

...got some.

Thanks Jim and James. Jimmy James...

I should say if anyone feels like commenting on any of this or anything else reach me at mcounty@hotmail.com Everyone has a secret hotmail account, don't you?

Wilco is still just giving it away on their website, wilcoweb.com New ep is 21 minutes of fantastic music, from punk to Bob Dylan and in and all around. If you're still under the impression that this is an alt-country band, you're still wrong. The guy's a poet, even though he don't know it. I think perhaps the hipper-than-thou club has never fully embraced them because they dare to be tuneful in their discordance, but I just love everything they put out even better than what came before.

And why don't more bands fearlessly give away their music? Worrying about copies being traded over the internet is ridiculous, considering it's all good publicity. I'm just old enough to remember when the recording industry (majors anyway) were heard to claim that cassette tapes would ruin their bottom line in an incalculable way. Perhaps if they just released good music then.....

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