As it's spring (although troublingly the wall of bushes has lost its ability to bud, remaining a wall of sticks all dry and casting thin shadow) chanced upon a Mercury Rev disc (stereo phobic '92 Yerself is Steam) with David Baker (Alf-obsessed roomie of yore) howls. Now it's time to move on to the '98 Deserter's Songs, never kept with the others of the collection. DS, no Baker howls, bordering on Wayne Coyne reedy voice and a sonic landscape everyone needs to give a whirl in spring.
Justy alerted me to the fact that Kristin Hersh is actually heading towards the Middling City on May the 9th, a day to Sharpie down as being important as 50 foot wave plays Mohawk Place. Actually a show to anticipate. And buy merch at. Justy may actually jet in for this event and jet back with Yours Truly to the Land of Apples across the Empire State.
Oh, if anyone has seen my research paper topic and its attendant interminable hours necessitated by it, and my enthusiasm and care, please contact me immediately.

Distracted Love.