the greatest band in the world has announced that they'll be releasing their third box set in september. the box, which comes on the heels of 1995's box, which was just their first four previously unavailable albums re-released and a fifth disc of outtakes, and 2000's suitcase, 100 previously unrecorded tracks dating as far back as 1974. i still haven't digested suitcase.

anyway, this new box might be a bit of a price gouge, but why not?, i say. includes five cd's and a dvd:
- one disc of live material
- one "greatest hits" disc, comprised of matador stuff (this means no "want one")
- one disc of unreleased tracks . . . whether this digs into already-released-on-suitcase material, i don't know
- one disc of b-sides and ep's from the matador days (which means no static airplane jive or "tropical robots," i guess
- a dvd of the 1996-created-1998-released documentary watch me jumpstart, updated to include every gbv video. this would, i hope, include "glad girls"

and the superstar of the bunch...
- the long-promised cd reissue of forever since breakfast, the 1996 debut ep featuring the classic "let's ride," previously available only on a many-times-over dubbed cassette

i sure don't know what the price tag is, but it scares me. but i'll probably buy it anyway.



in other news, this will come off as harsh, but sometimes you forget what pampered fucking brats athletes are. sometimes it takes a wake-up call to remind you, you know?

a small thing triggered this, and maybe i just wanted to be angry about something. anyway, baseball america day is a big one for me - - the day this bi-weekly publication arrives in the office for my consumption. i get a lot of information from it. it's a bible for me. so i grab my copy and intern kevin, who's coming on the day-trip to cedar rapids, grabs a copy for himself.

i arrive on the bus to find that kevin has already loaned his copy to one of the players - - - he'll get it back later. in my portion of the bus trip, i do some sleep, some sports illustrated, some baseball america. i decide i'm done with ba and begin to close my eyes. kevin asks on behalf of a player if he can borrow my baseball america, my bible.

i begrudgingly acquiesce, with the under my breath statement "make sure you get it back."

game comes. game goes. back to the bus.

i whisper to kevin, "time to go on baseball america reconnaisance. kevin turns to kevin, the player who borrowed my copy. "do you have baseball america?" "last i saw it was in the training room."

kevin searches for the other one. gone.

fuckers. i mean really. show some fucking consideration. that's all.