(Rain Machine - Give Blood - Watch more Videos at Vodpod.)
Dear diary, woof woof woof, January's going out like it came in, all action packed. Joseph Arthur and Bobby Bare Jr. and Antipop Consortium and Kyp Malone's Rain Machine. (I'd been singing Monk at the Disco in my head from the wee hours of Saturday morning until Mr. Malone blew it out of there last evening.)Yes, Rain Machine blew my mind, but can we talk about something even more important? At about 5 PM this evening I'll be going down to our cellar and pulling four half duck breasts (half breasts, not half duck) out from the case of salt I buried them in yesterday. I'm going to wash them off, pat them dry, dust them all over with ground white pepper, wrap them in cheesecloth and tie them off. Then I'm going to walk them to a secret place the mice don't know about that's cool and humid and I'm going to hang them there for a week. During the week the duck breasts are hanging, I'll probably think about knives. I'll think: do I have the a knife that's really just right for what happens next? I'll decide, No, I don't have a knife that's really just right for what happens next. But what will I do about that? I don't know. I just don't know. I'm not sure that listening to Give Blood or Smiling Black Faces over and over again will help me decide, but I'm probably gonna find out.
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