and in other news, I am currently all of about 200 yards from the Atlantic Ocean and there's plenty of barbecue in the refrigerator. one drawback is that Atlantic Ocean doesn't seem to have Wi-Fi, so in order to gain a connection I must walk into the middle of the street (10th Avenue for those of you interested in New Jersey history), lift one leg (more like a flamingo than a Labrador, thankfully), twist and shout (more like the Beatles than Chubby Checker) while positioning my left index finger towards my left earlobe, elbow out.only a couple of those are exaggerations. Wi-Fi appears to be an outdoor only convenience.
and it is the anniversary of my birth. a prime number, in fact. though I certainly wouldn't read too much into the word "prime."
part one of my interview with the great Steinski is now up at villagevoice.com. part two, complete with the world premiere download "What Was Raymond Doing With His Hands?" will post tomorrow, and by week's end conversations with Robyn Hitchcock and Marcus Miller will post.
but seriously, e-mail me if you or someone you love can use those Springsteen tickets.
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