And for My Next Trick...

I will make a snap decision to go to Greenfield Village with my out-of-town family--because I can always finish my work tonight. What a concept. Now that I'm freelancing, where there is a laptop, there is my job.

Do I miss getting heartburn within an hour of arriving at the old office each morning? (I'm dead serious: EVERY day.)

Oh, hell no.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Come on Back, Now...

Quick post to point out that suddenly people who didn't exist when there was betamax are making music as though they warped right out of the best part of the eighties. I... I have to like it. Lots. Retro-pop is never something I could listen to exclusively, but this stuff is really tight:

The Bravery
- Energetic retro-pop that begs for a screening of The Breakfast Club and pixie stix for everyone!
My Favorite
- Think more mature Anything Box with female vocals over tinkley keys.
VHS or Beta
- Robert Smith's son beats up Simon LeBon's son and steals his band. Somewhere along the way, one of the guys from Daft Punk gets lost and ends up in the studio. (try title track... yummy!)

I'll be applying for membership here...

I always knew the Christ knew how to rock.