Holy Moly.

Let me preface this by saying, a few of you know I talk about this Danish band named Kashmir quite a bit. I mean, they are in my list of my top ten favorite bands of all time. No doubt.

So on the way to the Mercury Lounge last night to see Luke Temple play (marvelous show, by the way), I spotted two of the guys in--you guessed it--Kashmir. I grabbed the arm of the lead singer. (Poor guy. Think I spooked him.) I talked to the lead singer. (His name's Kasper.) Lexia proceeded to tell them that I have a picture of them as my screensaver. Simply not true. They are my wallpaper. I can't explain what this whole meeting means to me. I mean, picture Lexia meeting Jimmy Fallon. That's about on par.

So the lead singer was really nice. I couldn't quite figure out the other guy. I think he's the bassist. And they were with another guy, the one that is mixing their new album over here. The Engineer Guy asked Lexia, "How are you?"
Lexia answered, "I'm sorry I can't hear you. I'm sick and my ears are full."
"I said, 'How are you?'"
"Oh! I'm great, thanks!"
(I don't know if that's exactly how the converstaion went, because I was busy talking to the lead singer of Kashmir.) Just thought that that was a pretty funny conversation to have with a complete and utter stranger.


As I just mentioned, the Luke Temple show was "marvelous." It was. His vocals are amazing. He has a definite Chris Martin quality to him. Both vocally and physically. I think most of the guys in the band live or have lived in New York, and this was the last stop of their tour. It seemed a little like a birthday party for someone I didn't know that I was crashing, unbeknownst to me. Everybody seemed to know everybody else. I bought the new LP. Okay, Genevieve bought it. (IOU$10, G.) I'm listening to it right now. (Of course I am, and will be for the next month or so.) I'm listening to a song about "leaving Old New York behind." (A song I'm sure my folks would welcome coming from my vocal chords.)

This just in! This just in!

INTERPOL has been added to the bill for Music Midtown in Atlanta! (And the Black Eyed Peas, too.) Scan down for the link to the Music Midtown website.

Bea-u-ti-ful

So I stumbled upon this band from Louisville, Kentucky. They are amazing. I love 'em. I love 'em. And they have a great website too that streams music. Their name is Foxhole. Check them out here.

Also, if you're in the mood to listen while you work or surf the 'net (do people still say that?), go to this website. They've got some good tunes on their radio, too. (This is where I heard of Foxhole.) Make sure you listen to Luke Temple, the first song. Good stuff, good stuff. I'll be seeing him play Friday night at the Mercury Lounge, so those two of you who read this should join me if you can. $10. You might want to skip the second song. Not a fan. But don't let it deter you from listening to the next few songs. Anyway, I'll stop dictating and let you listen for yourself.

Whoops. There goes another one. And another. And another.

It's uncanny. What could possibly be the reasoning behind this? I'm asking. Anybody got a theory?


Why do people die in sets of three?


Here's proof that folks usually kick the bucket (with all due respect) in threes:

Famous Political Figures (all Catholic) within 2 weeks of each other:

• First, Lord Callaghan, the Prime Minister of Great Britain before Margaret Thatcher, died Saturday, March 26.
• Second, Pope John Paul II died Saturday, April 2.
• Third, Prince Rainier III of Monaco (yeah, the one that was married to Grace Kelly) died today, Wednesday, April 6.

Controversial Americans (within 2 days of each other):

• First, Johnnie Cochran, the defense attorney for O.J. Simpson (among other, ahem, "minority" and celebrity cases), died Tuesday, March 27.
• Second, Terri Schiavo, died Thursday, March 31. If you don't know about her death, you've been hiding under a rock.
• Third, Frank Perdue, though he may hardly seem a controversial American, was highly criticized by PETA and labor union groups for his treatment of chickens and his workers, respectively. He also died on Thursday, March 31.

Also, when Lady Diana and Mother Teresa died, there was another famous humanitarian that died. Can't remember who it was. Anybody remember?

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Anyway, enough with that morbidity. Sara Snow has written a good post on her blog. Check it out; it's entitled "Spring = Time for People to Get Married." Read it now. 'Cause I'm going to address it here:

I feel ya, Sara. Spring has finally sprung in the city, if only for today. What is it about good weather, having the windows open, listening to springy music (By "springy music," I mean the kind that would be awesome to listen to while sitting on a porch swing or going down the road with the windows down.) that makes you want to share it with someone? Of the opposite sex? Oh well, Sara. One day we'll have our awesome folks of the opposite sex, and then we'll understand what it's like to go home to them and play board games relentlessly. (See, you'd understand that if you read Sara's blog.)

That's it for today. Hope I didn't get you down with the whole talk of death and whatnot. By the way, head count. If you read this blog, can you please leave a comment, even if it says "Hey." or something, so I can see who is actually reading this? Or you can email me if you're shy. Am I going to get tons of junk emails if I put my address on the web? Hmmm. Better not put it on here. Maybe one of these days, I'll get all fancy and get a site meter but, until I figure that out, we're gonna go analog.