Wrapped Up Like A Douche

Little/Late
OK, I know I haven't done shit for you people lately, but it's not from a lack of trying—come to think of it, that's exactly what it's from. (Grammatically correct version of last phrase: "...that's exactly from what it is.")

I suppose if I felt like it I could engage in helpful discussion about my company's products, or share information on which exotic disease I'm convinced I've contracted today, or even provide a forum for thoughtful and witty banter regarding current events and who may or may not have molested whom. But lately I haven't felt like any of those things. You probably know the feeling.

Instead, I'm going to point you to a wicked awesome album (available for download only) by a guy I used to know in the city so nice they named it twice—that's right, Brooklyn, Brooklyn. I haven't checked out his other wares, but I've been wearing out the mp3s for the "MG Marching Band" for weeks now, and so should you. It's an all-horn acoustic ensemble recorded live in the Broadway-Lafayette subway station, and it even concludes with an in-depth discussion of the legality of such a performance with a local law enforcement professional. (The Law won.)

Anyway, go to his site, scroll down to "MG Marching Band" and download away. I'll be glad you did. (Of special interest to non-nerds is the band's cover of "What a Fool Believes." Not to be missed.)

As for when I'll be back to regular entertainment duties, I'll get back to you. Play Tetris or something. They still play Tetris, don't they?