I know who wins American Idol tonight. Won't totally spoil it for you, but let's just say the name rhymes with COX TV.

Seriously, I'm just not feeling this or any sort of sports this year, and this includes the Sox. Not that I ever felt American Idol, or was that into pro sports (though considerably more than American Idle). Maybe something's wrong with me, but it's more likely that something is wrong with all of you.

(You have all just been burned.)

Okay, yea, yea, everyone's entitled to their own brand of escapism, etc. But this is my post. I do what I want. I'm just saying it's pure pablum. You think Hulu would turn your brain to mush...

Insulting a portion of my loyal readers aside...

Just sitting at home right now, windows open, listening to LPs, and reading (in between chapters using Twitter as my own personal instant messaging service). Just one of those days I guess. Already downed my glass of wine, followed by some espresso. Jen and I were going to get out and grab some coffee tonight and work on some lyrics, but we were pretty exhausted and called it a day before we even got started. We've got a few more tunes on the burner that need to be finished up. I'd say we're about halfway through writing the amount of songs we want to write; then we can start paring down what we want on this EP... that I'm neither confirming nor denying that we're working on... at another session this Friday.

Beyond this mystery recording, things are happening at camp Aloud. Had a meeting the other day, laying down plans and stuff. Things are feeling pretty good right now.

Don't know when they're actually going to air this, but our boy Jon's actually drumming for Morningwood tonight at the MTV NewNextNow Awards in NYC. I think it airs sometime in June. Go Jon go!

Eh.. I'ma get off this infernal machine. My eyeballs are about to fall out.

Henry

Currently listening to:
Blood On The Tracks
by Bob Dylan