Solid State

I'm married. Our ceremony on Saturday was small and perfect. There's a distinct possibility I'm still hungover, though.

We have a cat named Nadja. There's also a group on the Montreal-based Alien 8 record label with the same moniker. Both the cat and the band are awesome. But I can only post an MP3 of the latter. For fans of Godflesh and noisy doom:

Nadja —Incubation/Metamorphosis Buy

Before and after the hitch-fest we played Back to Black, the latest record from Brit-soul badgirl Amy Winehouse. Ms. Winehouse is fond of drinking, sloppy affairs, punching journalists and heckling Bono whilst he makes speeches about poverty and AIDS. So, you know it's wonderful wedding music. You're unlikely to hear another major label offering this good all year. 'Cause it sure as shit aint the new Modest Mouse, Johnny Marr or no.

Anyway, here's my favorite Amy Winehouse cut:

Amy Winehouse — Me & Mr. Jones

I'd post something from the new Wilco, but I'm afraid Jeff Tweedy would punch me. I'll tell you this much: it features quite a few guitar solos by Mr. Nels Cline. And there's nothing wrong with that.

You know how I have that love/hate (mostly hate) thing going on with the Flaming Lips and Aaron Sorkin? Welcome to my personal hell. Thanks to Lisa Crean for bringing the whole horrorshow to my attention.

What's the difference between frat boys and indie dudes? Not much, according to this Seattle Weekly report.

I'm gonna be on the radio every Tuesday morning on The Point FM. DJ Charlie and myself will chat about music and this-and-that. We taped the first episode today. That's right, it's pre-recorded — I'm not what you'd call an early riser. If you are, check out our maiden voyage at 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Over and out.