These photos REALLY make me miss The far Side. And Bloom County. And Calvin and Hobbes.

Come to think of it, i may just spend tomorrow reading through my Complete Calvin and Hobbes...

I am willfully throwing myself in the midst of about 3,000 electronic dance hipster leg-warmer Sparks fans (not that I don't love that shit myself) under the age of 21 this evening.
Decider recently observed folks are saying "that gussying up the Pontiac is the final nail in Wicker Park's gentrification coffin."
I got a nice sized gift certificate to Border's from my brother's family and am looking for a way to spend it. Anyone have any good book recommendations for a guy who likes:"He looked like a little old orange sitting on a stool ... I just knew my mother liked him."Happy holidays everyone!
I watched the season premiere of Flight of the Conchords with GalPal last night and admit I'm a tad worried about the new season. I was late to the series in the first place -- primarily because pushy publicists so deluged me with pitches that the mere thought of the show would send me into tremors -- but GalPal sat me down a few months ago and made me watch the whole series.
Now that my favorite albums of the year have been revealed in full on Chicagoist, my top songs of the year are now listed as well. The tunes I picked are all songs that will scream "2008!" any time I hear 'em. They may not be the highest charting singles, and some are barely even known to more than a handful of people ... but they are the top tracks on the mixtape that defines the feeling and experiences of 2008 for me.
It just looks like a wasteland frozen in time outside. When temperatures drop down to below zero Fahrenheit before factoring in wind chill on a blustery day you know than Mother Nature is not fucking around. You realize just how insanely cold it is when your beagle can't even make it up the stairs because she's shivering so bad forcing you to bundle her up in your coat and carry her up three treacherous flights of iced stairs. Your apartment just won't seem to heat up even though the thermostat is near 80 degrees and your bedroom is the worst since you suspect that the drafts shooting across your floor are the result of the structural damage the building suffered when their was a fire in the apartment below a few years ago. Plus, your bedroom faces about 6 blocks of unobstructed air space so those winds do a fie job of pummeling your face of the building and creating a nice chillbox effect.
I just realized RCRD LBL was hosting an MP3 of Friendly Foes' excellent "Couch Surfing." It has been a steady regular in my recent DJ sets ao get it now and marvel at its wonders! I've already raved about their debut disc (out now digitally and next month physically) and am seriously considering putting them on my best of list for this year. Or do I hold off and see if they make the cut next year? Since I count Radiohead's In Rainbows and MGMT's Oracular Spectacular as 2007 releases I'm leaning towards the former.
Chia Pet's first album -- Elpee -- previously available ONLY on vinyl and long out-of-print, is finally out as a digital download! It was the very first release on Johann's Face Records and I remember excitedly buying it at one of their infamous shows at The Gallery down in Normal, IL. The were sort of the de facto insane house bandthat wowed recent grads and current students and cool kids in Palatine in the late '80s. They jumbled punk, funk, soul, and gutterpunch opera-rock into an unddeniable danceparty mush machine that prompted many a nubile young thang to partially of fully disrobe mid-show. (See: the Naked Parties of '89.)





The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of getting free food donated every day to abused and neglected animals. It takes less than a minute (How about 20 seconds) to go to their site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals' for free. This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know.I am a jaded and deeply suspicious person so I was ready to toss this straight into the delete file ... but I decided to do a little digging and apparently it's 100% legit!

So my dad did what he had to do to support his family. He drove limos. He did temp work. And he worked the loading docks for Purolator Courier, a Canadian based transport company similar to FedEx. it was here that he acquired a heavy red jacket dispensed by Purolator Courier for wearing. He actually got a few, since they were built for different temperatures and therefore had different designs. The one I inherited was built for heavy cold and has nice fuzzy pockets I can slip my hand into if I forget -- as I always do -- to wear gloves.I trekked all the way out to Naperville about a month ago to see this because I am that big of Flaming Lips geek, and I cannot say DON'T SEE IT enough. I have seen very few things as dark and depressing as this movie. It was such a shock coming from the Lips who are one of the happiest and most uplifting bands around.
The other day GalPal looked at me and asked, "How do you live your life so, what am I trying to say ... publicly?" She's also a writer but has a hard time understanding how I can be so open about so many things online. I realized I didn't have an easy compartmentalized answer for her since I don't really feel like I'm that public in my thoughts. But of course she's right and I am. Part of it is that I'm a writer, and enjoy sharing my thoughts with folks I think will enjoy what I have to say. And I've had an online presence since 1995 -- which is when the early regular Tankboy emails that were the predecessor of this current site started going out -- so I've sort of developed my "brand" over a long period of time in a pretty natural manner. I've maintained a certain transparency over that time so folks tend to trust what I have to say. And that is even with the caveat that I'm not blindly honest. This isn't a journal ... it's a repository of things that interest me and others, and sometimes those things are events in my life and sometimes they're my thoughts on a new record or book, and sometimes it's just a dumb stream of consciousness short story.
(A REVEAL: I used to belong to a Commodore 64 users club in the '80s, and before that would play with pals' TRS-80s and VIC-20s and save stuff on tape and then floppies. I tried my hand at programming when I was in grade school -- BASIC, heh -- but just never had the mind for that discipline ... but I've been fascinated by communication via computer since as long as I can remember.)
The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.”
- Hunter S. Thomspon
Finally found some time to sort through most of the Chicagoist applications for a new music writer or two last night. I was slightly embarrassed to come across GalPal's letter -- she's already been snatched up by Gapers Block's Transmission music site* -- so it's pretty obvious I'm a bit behind on responding to this batch.

I am DJing at Liar's Club tonight with Lisa and JB, and it's our last appearance there in November ... so I really think you should come on out and have a drink with us while making that request for your favorite tune.



Above photos by Will Deitz and Nadim Damluji