Okay, well the domain name is in place and the drums for two songs are ready to record. You have approximately one week until arrival of pop song bliss. Hang in there.

As I age and decay, inspiration usually comes in the form of curmudgeonly annoyance. Therefore I thank the pathetic state of commercial radio, rabid right-wing blogs and outdoor halogen lighting for the ideas behind the latest slate of songs. Future fixations may or may not include that decrepit old codger in the very heartwarming Olive Garden commercial who apparently prefers shitty never-ending bowls of pasta and the company of his patronizing nieces and nephews to his idyllic life in Sicily. You, my friend, are on the list.