well, this doesn't happen very often

it's a bright (bright) sunshiny day.
a Tuesday afternoon.
and I'm inside my apartment (as you might've guessed) waiting on a phone call from Robert Plant.

on second thought, maybe this isn't such an unusual situation.
I mean, I guess one could sit by the phone on a bright (bright) sunshiny day waiting for a phone call from Robert Plant almost anytime the weather cooperates.

so maybe what's unusual here is that I'm actually expecting a phone call from Robert Plant.

(actually he's already called - from a pay phone somewhere on I-75 on his way to Knoxville (hello Cumberland Gap) - turns out he's running late - and the connection was really bad (a decent enough metaphor for this whole damn endeavor that has gone on over a month now with expectations rarely, rarely, if ever, being met) - but maybe he'll actually call from the hotel later this afternoon - and maybe he'll actually have time to talk before he has to run off to the show tonight - maybe - but that still won't get me to Birmingham for the show this Saturday night - c'est la vie - or such is life when you're working on an Alison Krauss/Robert Plant piece)

I'll have a couple of pieces post this week, most notably a feature on former Go-Between Robert Forster that I was quite proud of last time I read it. we'll see how I feel when I see it in print.
in any case, that'll likely be this week's only link as my Breeders piece will expand, swell, damn near take over central Arizona when it runs again next week as a full-length (almost) in Phoenix New Times.