A care package from home: rent money and socks.

Brontosaurus, Cold Comes to Claim.
If Sting was still as cool as he was in the late ‘70s, and still doing Brecht like he was in the ‘80s, he might have evolved into Brontosaurus instead of wispy luteman.

I’ve been putting yeast in my sourdough. I had a spate of flat loaves a few months back. It’s all in the timing—if it sits too long, sourdough will lose its will to rise. Other than a telltale grayish hue it sometimes takes on when it’s feeling listless, you can’t really tell if your sourdough is going to come out of the oven puffy or flat. A lot of the sourdough rising process happens in the oven.
So now, if I’m scared it won’t rise, I add yeast.
Is that cheating?
People who think using yeast with sourdough is cheating had better not be cooking in electric ovens, that all I can say. Freeze-drying was one of the greatest contributions top civilization since…
Electric ovens?
Sure. That’s what I tell myself anyway. But when I find more time in the fall, I’m going to be eschewing the yeast again, and mastering this whole no-additive thing.

Undone by a toy pig- shaped pump- battery flashlight that couldn’t be turned off. Zanella (the pretensious band with an unreproduceable accent over the final “a”) needed a flute on a song, and had a chart made up by some college musician on the hill. The notes were in pencil, and too small and scritchy to read in dim light. So, a few minutes before the gig, band member Agafya rummaged through her purse and found a toy flashlight she’d been saving as a gift for one of her kids.
First they couldn’t figure out how to work it. Then they couldn’t clip it anywhere. Then they had to get a fan from the audience to hold it. Then it crapped out anyway. There’s no light in flutes. Greasy pigs are easier to handle.

Trice Rat Ops at the Bullfinch, with Toro and Saurus… a particularly weed-friendly strain of world rock at The Moas and Limn O’Scelis at Hamilton’s…Paludis at D’ollaire’s. Why?…

While I was in my hole, Mar climbed a tree and we just sat by ourselves for hours.

Grimm Generation, The Last Record Party.
The first band that invited me into a Google circle. Jaunty, jovial.. I want to say “jammy” but it’s really more like skiffle. The vocals are so endearing, you understand why they go the softer-rock route when they could just as easily rock out. Carmen Champagne and Jason Krug are so chipper and frisky that they’re hard to ignore.

We tip our hat once again to the extraordinary rhyme talents of the writers at Archie Comics Publications– especially in the titles odd the one-page gag features.
From Archie Comics Digest #215 (March 2011):
Dream Theme
Hocus Focus
Fee Plea
Quail Trail
Puck Pluck
Lap Flap
Derision Decision
Flee Glee
Bone Zone
Trail Travail

The Bedclothes are called that because they came out of the closet. They were clean and fitted, with a comfy sound that didn’t require a sexual orientation to draw an admiring crowd. They’ve been labeled this and labeled that—a crossover act, a cult act, a club act for a specific type of club. They’re tired of it.
So they’ve stopped being gay. At least on stage.
Yes, there was some incident that forced a band meeting that arrived at this unusual strategy. Details are not forthcoming, only gerneratlizations.
“We always intended to be open about everything, says singer Winger Dinger (which he openly admits is a pseudonym, for Joseph Q. Inserf). “But some topics trump other ones, you know? So we’re being forced to downplay our identities so people can pay more attention to our songs.”
Good liuck with that. The buzz has already started that the band is acting straight so they can get on a TV show, or sign a label deal, or appear on some other homophobic mainstream medium.
“We’re not denying anything,” Dinger zings. “We’re just not making a big deal about it anymore. Openness is what got us into this mess.
“Can we talk about our songs please?”

Blockstar and Buyers Picks at the Bullfinch. Huh! Alliterative… The Audigers, Circle of Success and Cloud Kicker Original ‘70s cover throwdown at Hamilton’s, with 79 cent drafts all night… Brooklyn Sky and Cadillac Footwear at D’ollaire’s. We wish we knew what those bands do. We don’t know everything…

Dug the hole in the backyard again.

Attack! Attack! UK, The Latest Fashion
Power pop used to pop harder, as anyone who saw Cheap Trick on bills with The Scorpions back in the ‘70s will tell you. Faster than the current pop speed limit, Attack! Attack! UK still fits in the harmonies, riffs, wordy verses and simple shout-along choruses. Restores the drum to its proper place in the pecking order. Derivative? Sure—but not of stuff that’s happening now. Of stuff you miss.