*finger hovers of the "Ignore User's Posts" button*

Now I know why I stopped posting things...

Don't worry, Mok! I'm not giving up on you!

I would second Mok's emotions. I also really enjoyed Because of the Times, their last one. They're not world-changing, but I enjoy listening to them.

Today's track is yet another one from Wilco, which will mark their third appearance in these song selections. It woke me up this morning as my alarm, and I've been hearing it in my brain all day.

"You Are My Face" by Wilco


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It's a simple track, and it kills me -- every. goddamn. time. The quiet beginning begins. The softly sweet singing from Mr. Tweedy pulls me. I'm relaxed. I'm floating through the air with the sounds of that piano/organ filling my skull. In a good way.

Then, a change.

The guitar starts to crunch. Wail.

I'm dirty. I have a drink in my hand. And I'm pretending to play this throughly filthy guitar lick on my air guitar. Whether I'm sitting in my car. Or at my desk. Or waiting for the train. Dear god, I wish I could play it for real.

It chugs. It flits back between dark and light. And I love it. Oh, how I love it.


Turn off the lights. Light a candle. Sit down in the dark with your favorite drink (Vitamin Water, Scotch, Tang). Press play and just listen. I forgot what it was like to do that for a very long time. When I was a kid, I'd get an album, put it on my stereo, and just lay there, listening, daydreaming. These days, I put on headphones or iTunes and multitask with surfing or typing or one of the million other things I never get done in a day.

Lately, though, I've found myself trying to find a few minutes just to listen. Really listen.

Do yourself the same favor, with one of your favorites.

Here we are, only a few short weeks from one of the most pivotal elections of our lifetime.� I'm sure all of you are doing everything you can, and to keep your energies up, I provide you with a new track by the Decemberists (which I received from Frants):



It's an enjoyable jaunt dedicated to the former spy, from the point-of-view of a former contact of hers, upon discovering her true identity... I've been singing it for the past two weeks.

** I'm also going to provide a bonus song today, dedicated to my boys from Beantown.� They fought hard, the came up short, but like I told my Pops -- I may be disappointed, but I'm not depressed.� They played their best, put up a fight, and came up short.� No shame in that.� This one's for them, with an offseason of uncertainty (for Tek, at least) looming ahead.