i’d like to say that i am overwhelmingly prepared to offer my meager thoughts for the blog today, but that would be a lie, a lie made evident not only by my expository revelation, but by this fluff itself. i have a stellar fever though, so forgive me.

a few shout outs, brief and simple:

fake jazz has an ad for halliburton. i’m not even suggesting some totally bratty moral conclusion, only that it seems hilariously incongruous. thank you money and advertising, for reminding us that the market can produce the coolest free-improv skronk around.

the cocteau twins! all these years they’ve been in my consciousness, hiding behind crap like enigma and enya. thank you, the cocteau twins, for growing like mold in my mind, only to become the ripest, most unusual, and highly enjoyable of cheeses.

sfj posted re: a jazz record of pavement covers. thank you, brown brothers recordings, for allowing such mind-boggling/titilating heresy to intoxicate us.

maybe it’s the fact that illness is sloshing around my being, but the world seems delightfully topsy turvy today: thank you world, for re-presenting yourself as a nest of complete unbelieveablity.