Jason sent me this link: It's a pretty good site.

All right, I posted way too much yesterday. To atone for my sins I will only post the most fascinatingly brilliant and urbane rants. I swear. Who am I kidding? So Napster was either hacked or has faced up to reality. Their site has been updated. It's a shame that Napster failed. I had hoped it would be the wake up call the recording industry needed to realize that the current musical climate is shite, but they just looked at how it was affecting their bottom line. Jeff Tweedy's got a new side project. From the Drag City site:

THE NAME OF THIS BAND IS LOOSE FUR Hey gang! Here's a new name to roll around on your tongue: Loose Fur. Got it? Start using it in a sentence or two, would you? Because Loose Fur is that heart-stopping aggregate of Glenn Kotche, Jim O'Rourke and Jeff Tweedy.... They made history when they all worked on Wilco's last masterwork, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Yeah for awhile they were getting busy with all the history and masterworks and so forth. But what did they do when they went home at night? Make history, what else!.... [T]hey'd run down to the studio, arriving no earlier than the stroke of midnight.... They'd plot and plan and rock and jam until the break of day, stopping only then to go their separate ways. Then, a couple of months later, it would begin all over again. Nobody knew what to call it, but finally they had enough things recorded to be called a record.

Flash forward to the present.... The band is called Loose Fur. And their album should be in stores no earlier than January 2003.

Rhett Miller was just on a promo for the radio. Weird wild wacky. If the song they're playing right after is his solo stuff... uh... hm. I'll give it a minute, but... hm. As we near a pretty sad one-year anniversary I was digging thru my folder on the events. Found this quote:

"I feel this way about it. World trade means world peace and consequently the World Trade Center buildings in New York ... had a bigger purpose than just to provide room for tenants. The World Trade Center is a living symbol of man's dedication to world peace... beyond the compelling need to make this a monument to world peace, the World Trade Center should, because of its importance, become a representation of man's belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and through cooperation, his ability to find greatness." —Minoru Yamasaki, chief architect of the World Trade Center

There's an article on Ryan Adams in ICE today. This quote is priceless:: I didn’t think all four records should exist," Adams tells ICE. "Not for right now… not for awhile… maybe later on, if people are really interested. Had I in fact had the chance to release all of them, I would’ve been one of those artists that have had a long slew of bad albums." —RYAN ADAMS, on changing Demolition from a four-album set to a single CD Uh, sure Ryan. None of your albums have been bad yet. Phtphtphtpthphtpht. Found out Mark Spencer is playing for Kelly Willis on this tour. He is insanely skilled at what he does. I fell in love with him when he was playing for Jay Farrar.

What a long weekend. It's official. I'm finally done with Nightmare (ex) Roommate forever. As predicted, she was rude to me when I went to clean on Saturday. I skipped out on her on Friday because her idea of cleaning was to basically clean every single nook and cranny of the entire apartment. I've lived in enough places to know what's gonna fly with management companies. I knew she wouldn't listen to me, so I admit it, I bailed on Friday. Anyway, I told NR that I was tired of dealing with her attitude and that I guaranteed she would get her full deposit back if she would just leave right then and there and let me deal with it. Which she didn't want to do, but at least it calmed her down. So I proceed to finish cleaning my room. Her aunt (who is very nice) shows up and starts walking thru the apartment to see if it passes muster. I decline her offer to walk thru my room and bathroom because I figure if she's as anal as NR she'll tell me my bathroom is "filthy" (NR's favorite word to describe my room and my stuff). She walks into NR's bathroom and stops. "This isn't going to pass inspection." Stopped me in my tracks and so I wander over to Amy's bathroom. Okay, here's the thing: NR cleaned her bathroom about every two weeks. She would pull everything out and spend the day cleaning. It smelled chemical-ly and was annoying. And she was condescending to me about how I cleaned. I HATE cleaning. I just keep stuff picked up and wipe spills up as they happen. Life is too short to spend so much time cleaning. I never went into her bathroom as I had my own. I never saw her bathroom. I always assumed it was spotless, as her cleaning efforts would suggest. So I walk into her bathroom and the tub and tile walls are GRAY with dirt. Hardcore grime build-up. DISGUSTING. I would not shower in that tub, it was that bad. Alan's shower was cleaner, for goodness sake. That's how bad it was. NR's aunt had it clean in 15 minutes. I can't believe she couldn't figure out how to get that dirt off. I think that's my final penultimate NR-irony. She considered the way I lived "filthy" and I would not use a tub in the condition she kept hers. I lived a markedly cleaner life than Amy, and I didn't even care about that apartment. HA! So then I was like, "Hey, check my bathroom and let me know what you think." Hee hee. Her response: "Oh, you should have no problems. Looks great!" Hee hee hee hee hee hee.