We were in Texas last night and went into a formerly independent bookstore called Bookstop, once a 50's movie theater, now gutted internally and replaced with a Borders 'n Nobles.  But that's not really why we mention it.  We mention it because, it still smells the same, the soul of the art-deco neon, the stairs, the little stool step ladders, all the hours we spent haunting the sci-fi section with the patchouli wearing Goth.  And the books!  The books are still the same--granted, there seem to be more the sequels and less weird self-published nonsense, and the nonfiction section is ever dwindling, but still--you can find such fine words strung together...  Like Amy Bloom's "A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You" and Alan Dean Foster's "Light Years Beneath My Feet."  Or Terry Pratchett's "Thud!"!  !      !

Anyhoo, we'll be back with more soon.  Still recording.  We managed to upgrade our macbook pro's harddrive, but, alas, somehow managed to dent the keyboard from the inside.  There are, like, 10,000 screws to this thing!  WTF!

And as far as what we've been listening to, lots and lots of Fleetwood Mac, the best of Pink Floyd, and we found our favourite version of Saint Saens' Organ Symphony with Matthias Eisenberg.  And for new stuff, go Sam Phillips!