Baby don't you do it!

This is what I've been listening to recently:

Levon Helm - Dirt Farmer
Britney Spears - Blackout
The Mountain Goats - Heretic Pride (leaks huzzah!)
Goldfrapp - Seventh Tree (leaks once again!)

All four are either unreleased or recent releases. I realized that Levon Helm's album, which is the most traditionally-written, backwards-looking, gosh-darn oldest-sounding album in this list, is also the best. I mean sure, Levon motherfuckin' Helm and all of that, but what about Britney and the new pop?

THIS IS MEANT TO BE COMMENTARY but I couldn't be bothered to think it through. Cool subject line though if you're feeling clever. Here's something better:



Also, curious fact: both the Levon Helm and Goldfrapp albums have songs called "Little Bird". But my favorite "Little Bird" is from Man of La Mancha.

RIP Sir George. Flashman lives!

Jesus. I've been dealing with Pal's leaving Bitopi (Godspeed you glorious pervert!) which, in spite of the celebrations with cheap alcohol, cheaper prostitutes, and the 40 gigs of porn that we gave him, still leave me lonely and wallowing. And then a couple days ago I heard of Phil Dusenberry's passing.

And now comes the worst news of all--Sir George MacDonald Fraser is no longer the greatest living writer of our times. Sir George MacDonald Fraser is no more. Time to go back home and get to re-reading them all. I can't seem to find my copies of the Great Game, Mountain of Light or Angel of the Lord either, goddammit.

Oh, and side note: none of the early obituaries have even mentioned Pyrates or Black Ajax yet, those bastards.

On happier news, happy birthday to the best friends God can give, the most wonderful alcoholic manic-depressive failure in my world, Seth Augenstein.