Never here

I finally bough a copy of The Radio One Sessions Elastica did. A few of you may know of my long-standing love of Elastica, which started when I saw the video for "Connection" on MTV in Venezuela, so the fact that I waited this long to get what was essentially the last thing the band released (or had released in its name) is inexplicable. That it's such a good record makes my delinquency even less acceptable.

The Radio One Sessions is one of those cultural phenomena that Britain seems to specialize it. You'd never see it in the States, at least these days: a band is invited to the radio station to play some songs, which are then recorded and (eventually) released. The only American thing I can think of that was similar- 'was' being the operative word here- would be the King Biscuit Flower Hour, which is defunct and focused on concerts. American radio is almost uniformly wretched, and it seems satellite radio isn't much better, but everyone knows these things already. I just wanted to comment on how sad it is that something as important as American radio- well, as important as American radio could be, and was- can't even provide an interesting outlet for musical performance anymore. Shit, maybe Radio One in England sucks too, but at least its existence results in good records.

Bitching and moaning aside, if you like Elastica, buy this record. It'll make your day better.

Memories far and daydreams wide.

Here I am again, maybe for a while. The bones have fallen in a pattern auspicious to my return to regularly clogging the internet's arteries like so much bad cholesterol, though it might take some time to get back into the swing of things. I considered starting a new journal, wherein I'd focus on specific topics that may or may not have been covered in my old writings, but fuck it. At least partially, that is- I may fire up a new website proper in the near future, once I'm done familiarizin' myself with Ubuntu, which is the OS I'm trying to use these days (read: since I installed it on my girlfriend's old laptop). Said website may feature exciting discourses on topics such as:

Blue Öyster Cult
skateboarding for tired old fucks
television shows
pastels
Ubuntu for tired old fucks
V8 juice
my current literary undertaking

and maybe more.

Don't bank on it happening soon, though. I'm a lazy, lazy man, so the aforementioned discourses will probably end up right here.

Adios for now, y'all.

-D.A. Smith