i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, a couple of weeks ago, right before New Year's, I was crying on the sidewalk in front of the Lincoln Theater in Raleigh in the rain, and a very nice lady that I identified through my haze of self-pity as a pretty big deal concert booker in the Triangle asked, very concerned, if I was okay. (I was. I had just gotten gut-punched by a song, in that dig your fingers into the soft spots under my ribs sort of way that music sometimes has, and it was a very cathartic cry, after which a whole bunch of grief and pain and sadness and anger I'd been carrying around without knowing it was gone.) And once I'd pulled myself together, she gossiped with me about a venue I love closing down, and Jason Ringenberg (of Jason & the Scorchers) playing a couple of shows with one of my favorite local bands ($2 Pistols) backing him as "the Scorchers" (and then, of course, the news came out over the weekend that the Pistols are calling it quits this year, and I'm missing two of their shows in February, including the Jason show, plus I'm missing a Bowerbirds show, which is all sort of a moot point because I'm seeing at least 8 shows between now and the middle of March, and who needs more music than that? ME, THAT'S WHO) and why it's hard to get Bloodshot artists to play down here. I think she was trying to cheer me up; mostly she did.


The point of this post being: that conversation has led me to torrent a 500MB file of seven Jason & the Scorchers albums, despite the fact that I am allegedly not allowed to add new music to iTunes until I get the library moved to a tiny Western Digital Passport drive, and I just. I blame bandom for this, okay? I always listened to a lot of music, but bandom reconnected me to discovering new music in ways that I hadn't in a while, not really since I left Chicago in '05, and then we started plugging into the local scene, which is fucking amazing, and I just. 500MB of Jason and the Scorchers, and that's not including at least three albums of theirs.

I don't even know, you guys. Somehow this is all Pete Wentz's fault, it really is. I've finally got a real job and real paychecks, and they're all going to support my music habit, both recorded and live. GODDAMN YOU, P.WEEZY, I BLAME YOU FOR THIS. I need to go to Music Lovers Anonymous.

Hi, I'm Min, and I'm addicted to music.


In other news: tuna salad & dill harvarti sandwich = win.

I want a nap SO DESPERATELY, but instead I am going to try calling our vendor in Philadelphia again and then ride the exercise bike.