Dr. Everything's Gonna Be All Right

It has been brought to my attention (not that I didn't know) that this blog has been a massive bummer of late. I mean, obviously, unless you're rooting for my demise, pretty much everything that happens to me lately is a driggety DRAG. And while it would be disingenuous of me to apologize, per se--ain't no guns to my head when I post these dispatches--I do feel a certain... what, responsibility? No, that's too lofty. Impulse. I do feel a certain impulse to impart some news that isn't unbearably morose. That's why I didn't even post about how I really clocked my knee on the trailer hitch of a big pick up truck outside the foam store yesterday. It was hard and loud enough to (A) stop traffic on Roosevelt, (B) cause two girls to pause and raise their hands to their gaping mouths in horror, and (C) make the clerk inside the store come out to see if I was all right. Nice one. Oh, wait, the good news: I went to Easy Street Records yesterday and had a proper binge that included the new Morrissey, a Big Daddy Kane compilation, that Figurines record, a couple of comedy albums, some Gil Scott Heron, and a vinyl copy of the Bee Gees' Odessa, among several other purchases. But that wasn't the good part. The good part was when the clerks put on Purple Rain and I quietly sand along with every word of the whole perfect glorious record, barely suppressing my urge to dance and leap around to "Let's Go Crazy," a song that still, still manages to blow minds for a living.

Of course, I couldn't very well dance with a knee the size of a waterlogged grapefruit, but still. It was nice to hear Purple Rain, you know?

For more happy times, please watch this wonderful video clip of a great new band I discovered on Joan Hiller's blog.