ahhh.....there's nothing like driving around el lay listening to yo la tengo's fakebook and basking in the summer sun. someday soon i'll find time to do that. instead, i've been reading more john fante, kicking television, listening to the will johnson solo album, playing with dogs, watching movies (the third man, last year in marienbad, old school), and laying around the chateau marmont bungalow #81 rocking the flying burritos bros. but life's not a bed of roses, as my shoulder hurts like heck (among other maladies, emotional and other, we're suffering). by the way, you'll eventually hear the sorrow on our new record of mournful pop songs; (i feel obliged to mention "the new record" in every blog). the old 97's are playing amoeba tonite and i'll be there, if only to watch murray hammond "ooh" and "ahh". i love the band, but don't ask me to weigh in on the new one. dd gets here tomorrow morning and it will be on like donkey kong................later friends. why don't you say hi?