An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.


I still haven't made up my mind on the
New Flaming Lips album. It sort of has been slowly growing on me but still doesn't seem as good as The Soft Bulletin or Yoshimi. It almost has that feel of the kind of so-so album that wins Grammys for fringe bands who finally get public public recognition after putting out several brilliant albums. Of course this is still head and shoulders above the glut of mediocrity that the Grammys celebrate. And at the end of the day any band that has a video featuring a
Gwen Stefani clone taped with donuts being chased by cops has a very special place in my heart. Not to mention having someone in a monkey suit on stage for a live performance.

Yoshimi is still one of my favorite album covers of all time.