how are my ears treating you?

Please take a second and vote for this picture. My appreciation of Mr. Plow the punk singer/songwriter has somehow led me into a battle with fans of Mr. Plow the stoner rock band and I'm no longer taking it lightly. http://www.last.fm/music/Mr.+Plow/+images/4783226

Ah, the Minus 5...a perfect soundtrack to West River dysfunctional alcoholism.

I have a Plainfield 7 at home that is very entertaining. Lint...heh heh.

hollander prevents this weekend and I have recently learned that I'm working the next. My hopes of a Minneapolis pilgramage in 2007 are officially tits up. When are you returning to SD for the Fort? I need a shot of Egan-eekiness.

Janitor Bob, eh? Someone needs a holiday CD stat.

Southerly? I saw him twice in RC. However, that and Rocket Man make me wonder about your current emotional state. Oh, look...cookies!

It's good to see you're hanging out at The Gun Club. Find Jack on Fire and strut away.

Work has begun on the holiday CD and, as a result, I am starting to get excited for the Fort. I hope your Mom bought you pillows and a space heater for Christmas.

Considering all the passwords you know, you have a rather shitty online presence.

I did not return your call as promised. This will soon be remedied.

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Now we are super, just like that Jew you love so much.

Our compatibility is high. Does that mean I need to lay off the sad music for a while?

I had a beer with your father at Carey's on Tuesday...and forgot to ask about the Harvey story. Sitting between Wide Eyes and your father was a good way to spend part of my afternoon.

Papa's gotta get a Myspace site.

All I have to do is see the word Shellac and, sure enough, Prayer to God starts on an infinite loop inside my head. Happy Friday. This coffee sucks.

Jon Egan! Just an hour ago I was firmly convinced that I saw you in the Kowalski's parking lot. Did you embed last.fm in your soul?

I was in such a shite mood last week that I couldn't even finish High Fidelity. Now I feel like I should listen to Dry the Rain and purge the negative juju from my whiskey-blackened soul.

whoa buddy

With your Backhaus and my Neurosis, the taste-o-meter doesn't really know what to do.

Our compatibility is high. I've got to get some new hobbies.

you're my very favorite