Want To Do Damage That You Can Undo

I've Got to Wait Here For Your Moon to Turn Blue

The chase is what matters, she said.

The phrasing of questions, the gathering of charms.

The feeling that something is on the way.

The haunting and sounding out.

I don't understand, I told her.

And her hips swayed. And she danced to the sounds that only she could hear.

And I listened. And it took a long time.

But eventually the sounds came through.

To Sleep Perchance to Bryan Adams

There's Times I'd Been Mistaken

In the dream, I was at an airport.

I'd gotten off a plane.

Someone came up to me. And said "We've got to hurry, Mr. Adams."

I said he had the wrong guy.

He didn't listen.

And then I was in a limo.

And being helped into a suit.

And I was handed a guitar.

And pushed onto stage.

Where the band started playing. That big hit song.

And the crowd cheered as I walked up to the microphone. A roadie handed me a cord and I plugged in the guitar.

And...

Because it was a dream...

I didn't worry that I couldn't play guitar.

I didn't worry that I hadn't picked up my bags at the airport.

I didn't worry that the real guy would show up.

All I could think of was that I hoped the pool was really empty and that I couldn't remember all the words to this song:

It Must Be Summer

'Cause the Days Are Long...

Her.

At a party.

Wearing Cut-offs.

Hair in a ponytale.


She.

Singing Too Loudly.

Drinking Too Quickly.

Dancing with me.


Pool.

Out in the backyard.

Down by the rail lines.

Lit up by sparklers.

My Presidential To-Do List

A Singing Telegram From You In Tibet

Sure, there are many pressing problems facing this country.

But if I were President, one of the things I'd do in my first 100 days would be to declare a National Day of Celebration for Don Dixon and Marti Jones.

So... This Exists

And lives at the corner of Horrible and Awesome



And it's a two-CD set (released with little fanfare in 2011).




Tremble in fear, my friends, tremble in fear.

Compare and Contrast (And Then Some)

Lather.



Rinse.



Repeat.

New Sigur Ros

Fresh from their cameo in the Simpsons season finale (and their reworking of the Simpsons end-credit music), here's something new from Sigur Ros.

Moonscape, fjords, elves, and magic not included.

No, Mr. Bond, I Expect Your Dreams To Die

Announcing...

I'm very happy to announce that my book of essays No, Mr. Bond, I Expect Your Dreams to Die will be available later this month (as both a paperback and an ebook).



For more information on the book, click here. And if you're on Facebook, please "Like" the book page here.

Without A Reason Why

From the Department of Wonderfully Bad Mid-1970s Videos

Start with a song from a martial-arts exploitation movie.

Starring George Lazenby, the guy who stepped in as James Bond in the movie Sean Connery thought was too sappy.

Then recruit a former prog-rock band whose first album featured a slightly rocking version of Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring."

Then film a video where the band is inexplicably playing in front of a desert highway. And intercut with scenes from what seems like the worst Holiday Inn gig ever.

And add a scenes where the band boards a stairway that should lead to a plane (that isn't there) from a company called Pariah Airlines.

Oh, and drown the whole thing with tons of echo & reverb.

What's not to love? (And, not surprisingly, this was huge in Japan.)