Let me forget. Let me forget or let me go. Let me go.
I’ll keep it quiet as a whisper. I’ll keep it low, low, low…
Never! The biggest word I ever heard.
Stop dead. You’re getting too close …

Before you even opened your eyes, I moved about a million ways.
I killed about a million people and filled about half a day.
Before you even opened your eyes, you had to have to ask me who.
I love it… I mean you…

My face was in your hands. You looked into my eyes.
You said I tasted right and swallowed me alive.

Words: Robert Smith

After getting the new Madonna and the new Goldfrapp … I know that years from now I will still be listening to Black Cherry and American Life will be sitting on the shelf. I’m comparing apples and oranges. The orange wins this time.

Everyone owes it to themselves to hear the full stream of the new Goldfrapp album Black Cherry. Go! Now!

In mere days, the olds farts (Michelle and me) will get old-school and see the Gore Gore Girls and The Cramps on stage at The Orange Peel. I wonder if there will be any slam dancing?

In other news … someone thinks my picture is cute.

The promotion machine is gearing up for the June 10th release of the new Steely Dan album. You can hear the first single “Blues Beach” here. Yes, you can stop laughing now. I likes me some Steely Dan.

More sweetness … the new ohGr album is apparently very near to being released and it has an awsome Steven R. Gilmore designed cover that features art by Camille Rose Garcia. Rockin’.

Since lists are easy and require no thought on my part, here’s the artists currently housed in my cd case (no links ’cause I’m lazy):
Goldfrapp, Madonna, Tori Amos, Marilyn Manson, Radiohead, R.E.M., Republica, Pet Shop Boys, Southern Culture on the Skids, Concrete Blonde, Supreme Beings of Leisure, Prince, Sonic Youth, Cocteau Twins, Audioslave, The Heart Throbs, Siouxsie and the Banshees.

We are one week away from the official release of “American Life” and all the good homosexuals of the world are trembling with anticipation (yeah, me included). The other day I was informed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that not all of Madonna’s fans are gay because he likes Madonna. Go figure …

I am really depressed that a certain someone (or anyone for that matter) has tickets for Bjork when she plays in Brooklyn later this year. You know … if you want to be really nice to me, you can click here and scroll down a little and then I would be able to see Bjork live … on DVD that is. C’mon. Be nice.

So, I took a break from planning evil, world domination and worshiped at the altar of Concrete Blonde last night. It was quite possibly the best show that I have ever seen. Johnette Napolitano and company took the stage with major vengance. The band’s songs has always veered from mid 80’s punk to latin tinged ballads … though last night you couldn’t tell the difference. Every song had a raw edge like a wound that was open and would never, ever heal. Johnette has to be the sexiest female performer I have ever seen live.

Sweet! Thanks to the wonderful world of the internet and music piracy, I now have a copy of the new Radiohead album “Hail To The Thief.”