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np: "that young crazed peeling" - the distillers

this morning started off with a listen to Fever to Tell on the way to work, because yeah, i just missed Karen O a lot. still a strong album, one that grows more and more with each listen. work was largely a Mogwai kind of day, it just seemed to fit with the way i felt and the way the work day went... long hours of little to do, followed by short, massive bursts of rushing around the office like a madman. a friend hooked me up with a dope live show from 2001 last night, so i was all over that like stink of shit today, along with Young Team, Come On Die Young, and Rock Action. hey, whatever it takes to make it through a shitty monday after an extremely awesome weekend with the girl. the last three hours or work, all of it well past the 5 o'clock quitting time, forced me to break out the awesome Jet album on the way home. just perfect for rocking out with the windows down while speeding away from the shackles of the corporate world. but by the time i had gotten home the sniffling had turned into a full blown head cold, which was remedied by some medicine in the form of pills and Do Make Say Think's self-titled debut. it worked like a charm. after a quick dinner of Cinnamon Toast Crunch (THE dinner of champions) and a perusal of NME's review of the new Distillers album, i felt good enough to blast around the apartment to Brody's rantings and ravings. i would so marry that girl, if it weren't for that big and scary QOTSA dude. so here i sit rocking out to one of the last enjoyable punk bands, wondering what the jump to a major label will do to the band's sound on Coral Fang. in a bit i'm going to settle down for the night with a listen to the freshly burned installment of Pitchfork's We Are The World Mix Project 002.