They're Selling Postcards of the Hanging
No, I haven't been struck senseless by a random falling object, I've just been crazy busy, dear readers, with all the things that I do do, and have to do.
And I've been immersed in the Dylan-mania that is gripping the public airwaves this past week. I was transfixed by the Scorcese documentary (even if it was carefully stage-managed by the Dylan camp). I've never been a huge Dylan fan, but I've never hated him either. I think the pendulum has swung to an extreme now, though. I've relistened to the Robyn Sings CDs, where Robyn Hitchcock covers the mis-named Royal Albert Hall gig (No. 4 in the Official Dylan bootleg series). I've read Chronicles. I'm hooked.

One really fun part of everything related to what I do is the new band. Playing with them is a ton of fun. Yes, I suck, but that's why there's other members. This has taken a lot of time.

I've also done a bunch of art that didn't seem to fit in here, so I haven't put it up.