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Hi Ho Silver, Ride…

The Kids are Back

On the record shelf at least:

It is here! The early recordings from Tumwater, WA.

So effing stoked on this 3 disc set. I have only heard stories of the storied past of rock godz, Unwound.

Made it through disc A on Sunday. That was a full day; more than a 3 disc session would allow

Disc 2 on Monday—that happened.

I once met a kid who said that every morning should begin with Unwound. He was talking about New Plastic Ideas being a record that one should listen to before leaving the house. I would have to agree, that is one of the best records that I own. So far, this week I have been living up to that challenge with the new release. Disc 3 happened on Tuesday.

All I can say is, thank you...

The Dull Thump is Alive and Well

Cool school is now in session.

Right Now Is The New Forever

Kathleen Hanna is back! (Did she ever leave?)

Tuesday Morning 11:55AM

It really was a Sunday Morning Jam, I swear. Sunday was too full for even a 5 minute post. Here we are, Tuesday. Kid is napping, so should I be napping. I think I'll watch some of my programs instead. (If that doesn't make me seem old, I don't know what does.) Exciting new things in the NetFlix tradition...

Better Blog Than Never

Second effort since they reunited, me, I'm rejoicing. Loved this band in the glory days and love this band still. The official release is Tuesday, 10/1. For a time the A.V. Club is streaming the album in it's entirety. Check it out, it sounds really good. Not just good for nostalgic reasons tho. This record hits hard and spins thin, with a very distinctive warble that is so true to their sound.


For the record, I have been spinning records over the past weeks, just not bloggin'bout it. I've been too busy to maintain my super lax, once-a-week blog post. No matter how busy for the blogosphere, I am never to busy to lend my ear to some some hot licks and tasty riffs.

A couple of instant classics graced the dish over the past Sundays.

Keeping the dream alive...

Penut Butter and Jelly Hotdog

I often overlook this record in the stacks but, not this morning. Strings and horns and Elvis, oh my! Sweet crooning and fine guitar strumming filled the house earlier today. A gentle reminder that there is a soft spot in my heart for country-blues-rock and roll (some, not all—some).