Bah.

Ok so I know I was all "wah wah I'm not posting on this blog because it's always too sad". Well, fuck that. The whole point of the internet is that it's super-easy to totally become a completely different person than you are in real life (I mean, we've all seen Datelines "To Catch a Predator", Right? Enough said). Basically I'm letting you guys in on all of the non-sad things I come across on a daily basis. You know, forcing my sometimes obscure and twisted and inaccessible music tastes and sense of humor on other people. It's what I do best, really. If you want to see the melancholy me you can come to my apartment on a Wednesday night after I've watched that scene in "Say Anything" where Diane comes to see Lloyd at kickboxing practice and he gets all distracted and accidentally gets punched in the face and then they tearfully profess their love for one another; I'll be the one in sweatpants, clutching a 2-liter of Diet Coke.*

With that said, today I found this totally awesome podcast which is pretty much an hour of rare Afghan Whigs/Twilight Singers tracks, hosted by Scott Ford, the Bassist for the TS. The rest of the site is sprinkled with neat-o mp3s and interviews and podcasts and etc. Some might say I'm a little obsessed with Greg Dulli, but he is my green eggs and ham rockstar crush. I would screw him in a plane, I would screw him on a train-you get the idea.**

*I swear to god I'm not really that pathetic, it was just super rainy outside and I was too tired from working out to do anything but lay on my couch. Plus, when the call of John Cusack beckons you, you cannot say no.
**Greg, if you're reading this, the offer is always on the table. I'm young and cute, ideal groupie material.