the trip out west begins this morning. the boy arrived last night, armed with cleaning supplies from mom, and long-ago-lost cd's courtesy of my sister. (actually, these were stolen.) i re-acquired from the theif belly's king, and the lemonheads' come on feel and car buttton cloth albums, while also acquiring firehose's mr. machinery operator, originally owned 10 years ago by the older rud, stolen by the youngest rud, and now in the possession of the second rud.

also, i'd like to note that i did receive the grandaddy record, sumday, this week, as well as they other purchases from a sunday night spent on amazon.com. i think sumday is outstanding, and i think each of the band's last three (only three?) actual full-lengths are worthwhile listens. sumday is maybe the best of them. if jason lytle were a bit more productive (three years!? come on!), he's be considered one of rock's great current songwriters. i'm talking the robert pollard-jack white-michelle branch pantheon.

shout out to gurs who, in the not-to-distant future, will be in a room full of shaking people with scan-tron forms. or maybe that was yesterday. or next week. woof.