Dear Beer,

I love you. Deeply, madly, passionately, all night long, or at least until I got tired and bored at midnight.

Yours truly,
Andrew

As if the concerts listed below weren't enough to make me the happiest person you've ever seen, there's an awful lot going on that I don't even know how to begin to describe. It may just take a lifetime, but we'll see. In the meantime, here's where the next five days of forever will take me ( Read more... )

Dear The Mendoza Line ( Read more... )

This morning Pitchfork reports that despite a cease and desist letter from the U.S. Postal Service, Ben G. and Jimmy T. plan to make another record in 2004.

Looks like Ben Gibbard is going to lap John Mayer in the battle to see who earns the most PPW (Panties Per Word) as a songwriter.

Spent all last week in North Carolina to ringmaster a pair of seminars the firm was hosting. It's terribly stressful to be the person in charge of dealing with disaster, but my natural inclination to constantly calculate the worst case scenario makes me pretty darn good at it. Hard drive failure in the middle of the day? No biggie, everything has ( Read more... )

I'm really going to miss you, DreamWorksThe Eels, Jimmy Eat World, Eastmountainsouth, Hem, Rufus Wainwright... so patiently and lovingly fostered to follow their art instead of the dollar. Now your catalogs will be pawned off to the heartless bastards at Vivendi UMG ( Read more... )

On one hand, today was good because I finally committed to the purchase of new skate shoes so I can make a renewed futile effort to hold fast to my youth.

( On the other hand )

Apparently he got tired of dealing with his demons.

Elliott Smith RIP

Dear Mr. Jobs ( Read more... )

Dear God,

Thanks for turning down the heat in Hell.

Yours,
Andrew