I don't watch scrubs

and I don't drink after work at week's end.

well, I still don't watch Scrubs (he said with a Jack and Coke very near his left elbow).

but Scrubs was on when it came time to change channels to the tournament and Colin Hay was following the Garden State guy around the hospital playing an acoustic version of "Overkill."
like, he wouldn't leave him alone.

and it sounded pretty good.

hey, I was alive, of age in the eighties.
I'm not immune to Men At Work.
or at least "Overkill," which I'm compelled to admit is a pretty damn good song (and disturbingly fitting for these past few work weeks).

so I found the acoustic version on eMusic, downloaded, and I've only listened to it about a thousand times in the last hour and a half.
impossible, I grant you (he said with a Jack and Coke very near his left elbow), but for some reason (he said with a Jack and Coke very near his left elbow) reality's a bit different at the end of this particular week (with a mid-March snowstorm taking place outside his window).

I wrote the Village Voice column "Singles Going Steady" this week (titled "Revenge of the Day-Job-Havin' Lifers"), with commentary on recent releases by Rickie Lee Jones, The Silos and Tommy Womack. go have a look.