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For a number of reasons best left unexplored so as to not depress you, I drink precisely one fucking thing these days. This is m personal CanadianExpatInKoreaWhoUsedToDrinkInMexico Hobo Juice. I am filled with shame, and don't think about it too carefully, so as to avoid depression and dangerous questions like "what the fuck am I doing here".

Step 1 : 1.6 litre plastic bottle of any one of the three brands of bubbly tasteless chemical lager available in Korea, redeemed at least by it's cheapness and relatively torquey alcohol content.

Step 2 : some bottled lemon juice imported from America, because you can't buy limes at all, and fresh lemons are about a fucking buck each.

Step 3 : some bamboo-roasted salt (which I'll leave you to google, I guess, 'cause I'm too drunk on this very skullfuck juice at the moment to explain) which adds a certain savour to the affair that raises it, maybe, just a step above pathetic.

Step Q : Drink about 5 litres of this piss, then sing a few songs, but avoid Ted Leo, because that falsetto shit hurts your throat.

How the alcoholically mighty have fallen.

3x1.6 litres, at a minimum, I should clarify, for full effect.

Dude, come home. Canada has lost far too many of her brightest children and she's starting to deflate. Besides, there are many, many reasons to be depressed, right here!
That goes for you to, Chico.

As for cocktails, currently I'm drinking Tazo Chai mix with milk over ice, by the bucket (with a little parasole for pretty). I'm sure a little rum would be just the thing to make it snappy, but alcohol makes me fall down, and not in a fun way.

For outside drinking? Either a Maker's and Seven (with a big thang of lemon and lots of ice) or a vodka Collins. It's kind of like a gimlet, only not - tall thin glass packed with ice, half vodka, fresh lemon juice to color or Sweet-and-sour, teaspoon of sugar, cover all with seltzer, garnish with another big thang of lemon. Lemon is better for day-drinking than lime, don't ask me why. A slab of it in a tankard of weissbier at a table with a view of the hotel pool at about 2 p.m. on a Thursday is a superior way to spend an afternoon. A wedge of it squeezed into a Bacardi and Ginger transmogifies otherwise banal ingredients into bracing elixir.

When night falls, the limes come out - vodka gimlet: martini shaker with ice, half vodka, half fresh squeezed lime juice. Shake, pour into martini glass, sip, pucker. Another goodie is your classic margarita, recipes everywhere but I typically like to slip in a half-shot of Cointreau to each prior to mixing, it adds a certain... elegance to it. Forget the "frozen" kind (designed for woo-girls and their jackass consorts to carry around pallid beaches in plastic cups), just pour over ice and don't skimp on the rim-salt. You might try a Gin Greyhound, which is gin, grapefruit juice and a splash of seven-up for sweetness - the piney-ness of the gin mixes well with the bitter of the grapefruit, like represntatives of two hemispheres engaging in a tasty detente.

Tazo Chai mix with milk over ice

Good god.

Talking about drinking makes me miss Miguel.

If I run out of beer, I usually just grab a pint glass, fill it 1/3 with vodka, and the rest with whatever citrus juice we have in the fridge. No ice.

Light rum with Stewart's Key Lime soda and a sprig of mint - my own invention for a summer cocktail.

I'm a big fan of the Pimm's Cup #1.

(Which is definitely sweet enough to pass muster as a Tiki drink, but rather than decorating it with an umbrella, you garnish it with a lemon wedge and a slice of cucumber rind. Crazy.)

Stavros. Duude. That's Under The Volcano territory you're in, man. Not that I blame you, but -- you want I should send you something, I don't know, else?

To paraphrase a Waitresses song, it won't be better but would you settle for different?

Summer drinking? Can't go wrong with a classic gin (Sapphire, please) and tonic. Mojitos, too. (And I'll thank you to know that I was drinking them before they were trendy and will be drinking them long after. Damn hipsters.) And have you tried a Dark & Stormy? Good ginger beer with dark rum and a dash of lime...gooey and delicious and surprisingly refreshing. Gimlets are good as well, as Fes noted.

Also: Chico introduced me to the joys of the Aviation (gin, Maraschino, lemon), Sidecars are lovely if you can find a place that will mix them properly. I haven't had one yet, but the Bronx looks promising.

As for beers, Sam Adams Summer or Blue Moon aren't bad, but I like white beers like Hoegaarden and Erdinger better.

Damn, now I want a drink. (And towerbrave, if you take Chico back to the frozen North, who will I have to drink with? Besides B. and Jon and Dana, I guess.)

What's Pimm's like, Dana? I've always seen it on bar menus but never tried it. I'm scared to order bright red cocktails with lots of garnishes -- I'd have to compensate later by shooting off shotguns and singing the "Dukes of Hazzard" theme song, I think.

At the Fourth of July picnic/fireworks watching party we went to our hosts were making what they called "Jamaicans" which were pretty good. Google seems to only come up with recipies made only with lime juice, sugar and dark rum, but the ones at the picnic were made by muddling actual limes with sugar, and adding pineapple juice and Sprite along with the dark rum. Tasty!

Mmmmm, sidecars and dark and stormys....lurvely.

Vidiot, Pimm's is a gin distillate apertif that has a fruity, herbal flavor. It's light in alcohol, so you can sit in the sun drinking them all afternoon without going shithouse-rat crazy.

Extending your pinky finger while consuming is not required.

(BTW, they serve Pimm's at LIC Bar.)

Serendipitously, the WSJ has published a list of the most disgusting cocktails known to man. Fes, you're occasionally in Raleigh: ever had a This Gum for Hire? (And no, of course I won't lose respect for you if you say yes.)

Nope, never been in that place. I have had a dirty gin martini with an olive stuffed with blue cheese in Greensboro, though. It was not nearly as good as it sounds. The cheese dislodges from the olive, breaks up and swirls around in your drink in a fashion reminscent of those ocean-pollution-catchpoint videos that made the rounds on the net a few months back. Each choke-inducing swallow leaves a grimy little wad(s) of blue cheese in you mouth.

Didn't someone do a bacon martini not too long ago?

On some Food Channel show, I remember hearing about some drink from Mexico that was similar to a margarita but was made with Jarritos grapefruit soda. It sounded quite refreshing. It was called a Polara or something like that.

I've had those bleu cheese olive martinis and quite liked them, Fes. Also liked a pickled green bean in a Bloody Mary, so maybe I'm just weird like that.

Just read that article, dana. Jeeee-eeeezus.

Baby octopus? Baby octopus?

Regardless of my views on Roe v Wade, I am pretty sure a baby anything hanging off the side of my drink would probably, uh, end my night prematurely.

Pernod and club soda!

As Jim Carroll once said, "You have to go to the downstairs bar."

And the finest sweet mixed drink I've had in a while was a Mai Tai in the Hotel Hana Maui bar.

Bloody mary's are gross even without the green bean. They look and taste like someone frapped a liver. Plus people throw everything in them but the dregs from the sink disposal - any drink that requires the addition of both a big honk of celery AND hot sauce isn't an actual drink, it's someone's idea of a fraternity haze. And in any event, screwdrivers are way better for breakfast, especially when made by taking room service OJ and pouring in the flat champagne from the previous evening's debauch.

OJ and champagne's a mimosa, Fes. I prefer mine with prosecco or cava, because it's cheaper, of course.

I'm a big bloody mary fan. It's the perfect accompaniment to a fatty, vegetable-poor brunch. But considering you're a big fan of bubblegum soaked vodka drinks, I can see why you don't like them.

I like me some bloodys as well. They're great with eggs.

I don't know if I'm a "big fan," but one cannot deny that a few This Gum For Hire's go great with contact-acquired cherry lip gloss.

eggs *shudder* have you SEEN where they come from??

BTW, I did some karaoke for the MeCha'ers the other night.

also: honey is bee poop.

bee vomit.

I'm from Raleigh. And I've never been to Bogart's, but I'd just like to apologize on behalf of the place.

And anyone who would willingly pay $10 for a cocktail in Akron, for Chrissakes, is out of their mind. (To say nothing of the juvenile cephalopod.)

And I loves me a good Bloody Mary, partic'larly the ones at Enid's.

err...make that apology on behalf of Raleigh for the place. You knew what I meant.

Vomit is only marginally better than poop.

Hendrick's Gin and tonic. Served with a wedge of cucumber.

Amazing on a hot day.

I just looked at the wsj article - oh my god, my mother hangs out at Ken Stewart's bar in Akron!

Hi, mom!

I can guarantee she's not indulging in any octopus-garnished cocktails, though. Mom's idea of adventurous cuisine is adding sliced banana to her Cheerios.

Also:

HENDRICK'S ORANGE BOWL

2 oz. Hendrick's
1/2 oz. Cointreau liqueur
Splash of fresh lemonade
Splash of fresh orange juice.

Combine all ingredients in a shaker filled with ice, mix well and strain into a martini glass. Garnish with an orange and a cucumber slice.

Vomit is only marginally better than poop.

Wow! Time delay double post! Sorry.

Also also:

If you don't like Bloody Marys it's only because you've never had mine. I make them in a blender, pulp the celery, rim the glasses with Tony Chachere's, and garnish with grilled shrimp.

It's slap-yer-mama good.

The most delicious cocktail I ever had was the Fresh Ginger Martini that Chico and Vidiot treated me to in NYC. I'll never forget how happy that made me.

Oh, and if I want to drink but not get drunk (and this very rarely happens, but...) I drink Malibu Rum and pineapple juice.

If you're looking for summer drinks, start with rum or gin and don't stray into the darks. Unless you mean dark rum.

My favorite drink? Dirty Texas Martinis in the basement of The Cedar Door in Austin. Garnished with pickled Okra.

OR! Or or or...Mexican Martinis served at Trudy's in Austin. Basically, a fresh Margarita served in a chilled Martini shaker. The don't allow you to have more than two. I've had three and a half though. Later, I found out that was the equivalent of ten normal sized drinks.

Oops. I mean 14. Huh...maybe I'm still drubk.

C'mon, Dana...if you're breaking out the prosecco, forget mimosas. It's Bellini time.

I'm usually a beer & whiskey girl, but for summer I'll slip into cocktail mode every now and then. Usually gin & tonics (Tanqueray Ten for me, but if Hendricks is available, I'm all over that), but every now and then a nice Negroni is called for. They need to be made properly, though. And after one or two, it's nearly impossible to do the orange peel flame thing properly and you run the risk of setting your drinking companions on fire. Oh, sure, it's entertaining, but it's so hard to get people to come out drinking with you after once or twice.

Oh, and if we're going for disgusting drinks, I've had a Peeptini, which is a strawberry lemon drop martini with a Peep floating in it.

Peeps do not dissolve. Not even in alcohol. I find that frightening. (Not as frightening as the fact that I had that drink in the first place, but it's right up there.)

What demented mind would concoct a strawberry lemon drop martini with a Peep floating in it???

Out of boredom one day I sat around trying to come up with names for special drinks I'd serve if I owned a bar. The ones I can remember are The Drunk Tank, The Casual Encounter, The Zipless Fuck, The Free Clinic, and The Waaahfer-Thin Mint.

Oh, and The Headless Prom Queen.

/delurks> John Collins: Two parts Canadian Club Whiskey, two parts Lemonade, one part Orange Juice. Fill your glass half way with crushed ice, and this mixture, then add soda or seltzer. Drink and enjoy. If I ever need to poison my cult, fuck the kool-aid, this is it - either that, or a rum swizzle.

If I was a bartender, I'd serve a drink called "Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh" just so I could laugh everytime someone ordered it.

Chef, that's genius. Can I bartend at your place?

And Dana, the Peeptini was part of this event.

I'm adding that to my list, CC.

Oh, just thought of another one: the Kevin Phillips Bong.

If I was a bartender, I'd serve things like: Cosby's Cock, which would be a shot of Jagermeister that's been injected into a Jello Pudding cup. Mmmmm.

That made me blush!

Okay, I gotta try me some Hendrick's.

I'll take a Headless Prom Queen, please.

Vidiot, Babe, the idea is to entice the Bangs back up here, which will naturaly lead to a migration of the cream of NYC society to improve the T-dot. I have high hopes for this plan -or at least it seems plausable when I'm high.

And Fes, don't dis the iced chai, it's very classy -just like me. And if I can't have alcohol, I must have caffeen.

Arthur Negus has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a piece of gossip. haahaha!

How about a Crosby's Cock (as in Bing), where Jagermeister is mixed with sweet valencia oranges?

Hey aine42 - I'm going to be in Milwaukee on the 22nd through the 25th. Up for a beer and a shot on Sunday the 24?

Hell yeah!

If you're in town early enough on the 22nd, you should join us in time for my li'l b-day celebration. My friends' band is playing at one of the fine local establishments and we'll be boozin' it up.

If you're not in early enough for that, I should be recovered and ready for more boozin' by the 24th. (And luckily, I have off on the 25th. Yay for employers who give you a day of for aging!)

(that's "day off". Long week. Can't type today.)

I'm driving up Friday morning, but my speech to the muttonheads is at 1, I have to be available for Q&A and asspatting after that, then dinner at 7:30 with the aforementioned muttonheads at someplace that sounds like Mi Osso Bucco or something like that. How close will you all be to the Metro Hotel on Mason? That's where they have me bunkin', and my meetings are down about a block from there.

which is to say: I'd love to come celebrate the honor of your birth! if we can make the time and distance work.

The Metro is within a mile of the bar. Band won't go on until 10, and by that time, you'll be needing a post-muttonhead beverage (or several). I'll e-mail you with info.

And the Metro is nice digs. Dunno about the restaurant. Must be something new.

Mexican Martinis served at Trudy's in Austin.

Woof. Been there, done that, and wound up at Christmas at LaLa's two-stepping with a drunk 60 year old woman. Fuck, I love Austin.

For my money, though, the absolute best beer for beating the nasty TX Summer heat is Saint Aronld's Fancy Lawnmower. It's crisp, clean yet still without a watered-down taste, and with just enough hints of citrus to make it part of this complete breakfast. I think it's only available in Texas though. Sorry, coasters.

Damn - I spend the day working and comeback to find 60+ new posts - and about a topic near and dear to my heart! Here are some catching up thoughts...

I rotate my hard alcohol drinks, always trying new drinks. But my standby is the simple Tanqueray and Tonic. I'm not a scotch or whiskey man, so that not knocks out many of the manly classics. A good bloody is also divine (but it better have a kick). ColdChef - I'd love to try your bloody because you strike me as a man of good taste, but I've never been a supporter of a bloody made in a blender.

For straight liquor my loves are Jaegermeister (always a bottle in the freezer and one in reserve) and Mescal. johnmc - the drink you described sounds close to a Parrot (Mescal & grapefruit soda on the rocks). I stay away from kooky drinks unless I'm in a tiki bar, and then I want it to be over-the-top kooky.

And for beer - Mexican or UK are my faves. Tecate, Bass, Harp, and Sol are the most regular guests in our fridge. I've sort of abandoned the world of bottled microbrews since there's so much mediocre stuff out there. But in a brewpub I'll try to make a circuit of what's on tap.

Fuck, I need a drink.

And here's a drinking monkey since we didn't have one up top...

Actress JESSICA ALBA is considering writing a new clause into her contract - no monkeys.

Alba: "Monkeys are terrifying."

Maybe she means us.

Dude. Fes put Lita Ford on a swap disc. Dude.

Dude. My feind Vinnie's basement (where his band Solitary Confinement consisting of my freinds Brian, Mooch, Odie and of course Vinnie practiced) had that famous poster of Lita naked behind that BC Rich guitar. It played a crusial part in all our libidinal development. Plus she was in the Runaways. Respect the Lita. Dude.

Dammit, I saw Jessica Alba (or at least her booty, legs, and heels) as she slid into a Pimpcalade outside my office on Thursday evening. (The Fantastic Four were there to promote the flick.) If'n only I'd known about the "no monkeys" clause, I'd have run up to her yelling "eek eek eek!" while making monkey gestures.

(And be writing this from the public Internet terminal either at the unemployment office or the bail bondsman's, most likely.)

You're right. I should respect Lita Ford because youmasturbated to her image when you were young. I apologize.

You're right. I should respect Lita Ford because youmasturbated to her image when you were young. I apologize.

No. You just shouldn't think you're somehow superior because you didn't.

*crushes the common man beneath his foot*

*Cackles*

I AM SUPERIOR!

kaf, my initial response was meant in a goofy, half-assed self-effacing way describing my adolescence in response to the one line dismissal of fes putting Lita on a mix. The second response was to your hateful response to my goofery. I have to wonder what bothers you so much about the fact that my freinds had a Lita poster in their practice room.

Awk-ward!

Girls! Girls! You're both cute!

Dude...9622 is so *not* dead.

Sorry, necrophiliacs.

Yeah, I was being a jerk. I apologize.

Okay, I really like the way that turned out.

You know, where nobody points out that the actual quote is "you're both pretty".

*sings kumbaya*
*causes cubemates to wonder if she's come to work drunk again*

1. I thought Lita Ford was HAWT when I was a kid, but that doesn't mean I don't, as an adult, realize that she sucked (Runaways notwithstanding).

2. (Granted I barely drink any more so I don't have anywhere near a Rasso-like tolerance, but) I gave the Pimm's Cup a whirl this weekend, and Dana's claims that it won't make you shithouse-rat-crazy are pure, pure lies.

3. My drink suggestion (which I just made up but have never tried):

Shake 6oz. Ketel One over crushed ice
Pour into martini glass
Add splash of White Creme de Cacao
Garnish with slice of banana

I call it a Monkey Spunk

It's only good if someone flings it at you and you catch what you can.

God, I'm disturbed by that visual.

Revised: garnish with a slice of *frozen* banana.

It's still fun to drag "Kiss Me Deadly," out of mothballs on a drunken summer night.Our mileages vary on the Lita. This is not a bad thing.

As far as cocktails go, the Ukranian Honey-Pepper vodka I picked up in Brighton Beach will put hair on body parts you didn't know you had.

Here's hoping that's better than the vile libation made seemingly of Tapir urine and snot that is the Barenjager, jon. That shit made me want to close my eyes forever.

HA! I knew that was the poster you were talking about! Available, amongst many others, on the Litatastic litaford.net! And just GUESS what song Kaf is referring to on my swap disk...? C'mon, guess.

You damn right it was!

I haven't had a swap disk generate this much controversy since the one when I included a Paula Adbul song on it. Wait - that was my *last* swap disk! Bwahahahahaha! And neither of you is as pretty as me!!

*hangs up phone, leans back, steeples fingers evilly, falls off computer chair down by the woods*

Lest you all think that I have no desire to braoden my cultural horizons, I am, on pips' recommendation, attempting to read Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground. So far it's pretty good, much more readable than I expected.

In other drinking news: Slate's Seth Stevenson lauds the Dana-endorsed and jpoulos-seconded Pimms Cup at the end of a critique of the Tony Sinclair ads for Tanqueray.

Damn, that sounds gooooood. Pimm's Cup, here I come!

Indeed, it is Pimm's Time, I say.

I'll drink to that.

Pimms is one of the neglected bottles in the home bar. The Mrs. enjoys a Pimms every now and then, but it always loses the bid for my alcohol attention to the vodka bottles right next to it. And we also have a bottle of Barenjager, and I agree that it pretty damn low on the alcohol food chain.

Also, Pastis and water for those balmy summer days in Normandy, playing petanque in the sun.

Jon, I think you would like Knut Hamsun, too. Try "Hunger" or "Pan".

The way the Dostoevsky rec came about was a conversation with the mrs. where she would give me a "classic" analogue to a contemporary author I liked. Dosyoevsky was compared to Jim Goad, of all people. But a couple chapters in, I can see it. We couldn't find a classic analog to Richard Price, although Nelson Algren is similar but modern himself, and pips mentione Theodore Dreiser as a proto-Price, but I'm unfamiliar with him.

Who would Hamsun's contemporary counterpart be?

In appreciation for the lit recs, I think a Giants fan like yourself would dig today's free offering at CrudCrud.

Dunno on the counterpart, but I came to him from Henry Miller, who admired him greatly.

Thanks for the tune.

ONE HUNDRED!!! YES YES YESYESYES!

You know, if it wasn't for the pathetic handbag fight a few comments up, your comment would be, like, 92.

I bought the new Chuck Klosterman book yesterday and I've gotta say that the meditation on Led Zeppelin on pages 198-200 is one of the best peices of music criticism I've read in a long time.

Why?

Because it's very perceptive, and funny as hell.

Five bucks on Vidiot. Go!

Anyone read Jonathan Carroll? I'm enjoying Outside the Dog Museum right now, bought, among other reasons, for its title.

*dreams of being a feisty rock critic, fighting the good fight, defending the New Romantic movement*

kaf, go for it. You're more perceptive and funny than most of the jade-wank jokers passed off as the last-best-only future of rockcrit by the hipsterati, in this thread or out of it neither.

Seriously. I'd sure as shit read you.

(Said the guy named Bangs.)

I think successful use of "jade-wank" and "last-best-only" makes you more qualified than me. If only I could work in some deft mention of mise-en-scène juxtaposed with the ouevre of posthumous Manchesteresque allusion, I'd have something.

But thanks, Sir Bangs, for the compliment.

Even though my feelings on the Nu-Ro's are well known, I'd actually get a massive kick out of reading your defense of them.

The trousers alone are surely defense enough.

Those trousers were a great defense-against the possibility of getting laid. But what about the music?

(I couldn't resist)

But the skinny ties and lip gloss. Those are babe magnets!

right?

I thought skinny ties were the power-pop guys. The lip gloss eemed to work for Dee Snider and Vince Neil.

Oddly enough, my hostility to the NuRo's wasn't so much about the music (I didn't care for it but that's a matter of taste) but the fact that they seemed to hate us buttrocker/metal guys so much. We were the enemy to them, in no uncertain terms, or at least that's the impression I got. Was I wrong?

Skinny ties and lip gloss have never stopped working for me.

Except when I don't wear them. (Or maybe because I don't wear them.) Still!

Well, chico, you're supposed to wear the lip gloss on your lips and the ties around your neck. I think that's key.

Summer beer article in the LA Times today.

I'm partial to the lipstick-on-my-collar, ties-around-my-wrists look.

But YM, of course and as always, MV.

They were probably just afraid of getting beaten up.

Speaking of which:

Gorilla-Chimp Smackdown!

I can't speak for everyone in my subculture, but my freinds didn't go around beating up new wavers or punks (some punks even hung with us), and we were more or less outcasts in our high school's social order as well. So it's all just kind of baffling to me.

Yeah, but all the kids who seem aloof or snotty are usually just insecure and afraid. You think hey! Maybe if I don this keyboard tie or wear a doll-head around my ankle or make a hat out of tunafish, like these other kids do, I'll be safe.

Not that I would know.

I totally wore the doll head around my ankle for, like, a week before you, kaf. Poseur.

*cries, because no-one understands him, but knows, in his heart of hearts, that he is somehow more special and chosen than the rest of these pedestrians*

It's weird though. When I got to college, I somehow wound up in a school full of theatre majors. They were the aloof kids in high school but once they found eachother they banded together as tightly as the popular crowd did in high school. They took one look at me and decided I was not one of them. They seemed to actively hate what it was they thought I stood for. The fact that I have a contrarian temperment probably didn't help, since when I sense hostility, I'll usually exaggerate what's causing it out of sheer spite. So I wound up hanging out with commuting students who didn't feel part of that crowd either. Then I flunked out of school and I suppose I missed a lot of the typical college experience and the gulf between me and a lot of my peers deepened, I guess.

I say all this not to condemn anybody or their chosen subculture, merely to observe that it's a sad human tendency for people to split off into hostile packs.

In scarier news those scary dolls The Bratz have put out a "rock," album (we just recieved it here at work). It might be worth picking up for the collectbility or weird factor. But this frightens me because it devalues rock and roll, and if they become popular, our young women will imitate their idols by removing their noses.

I always think it's weird when they have Bratz sunglasses. How do they hold them to their faces? Duct tape?

My niece showed me her Bratz dolls and asked me what I thought about them. I told her that they were too fat and that no man would ever love them.

Just call me Uncle EatingDisorder!

How is that weird, Jon? I mean, it happens to everyone. It's just kids being kids. The weird thing is how many years it takes for some people to get over it.

I should mention that I wasn't meaning you, Jon. Just people.

I know. I guess what bothers me sometimes is that, even as adults, oftentimes people in subcultures which are supposed to pride themselves on being open and accepting, act exclusionary and judgemental. Just disappointing.

I would argue that it's human nature. I mean, you hardly embrace the emo culture, right?

And, after all, shunning dirtheads is common sense. They always leave stains on the couch.

I mean "dirtheads" in the best possible way, you understand.

And, after all, shunning dirtheads is common sense. They always leave stains on the couch.

True enough. But we're a blast to get drunk with.

You know, I think I have a record by the SHUNNING DIRTHEADS here somewhere.

Mr. Slack. I have been enjoying your CD for a couple of days. Most excellent.

Mr. BMarkey. I have also been enjoying your CD.

Mr. Fes, I have enjoyed your CD already, and as I noted in a private communication, skipped only two songs.

In all, a most rewarding swap!

I too received a swap disc from the most thoughtful and generous Mr. Fes, but have not listened to it yet due to lack of a listening device. As soon as that is remedied, I'm sure I'll enjoy it!

Even before I get to the music, I note t hat the cover, with the little belly illustration, is cute.

Fes, I kiss you!

CD Swap, huh? I should start thinking about maybe trying to begin the process of looking into finding some music to swap.

They'll be out by New Years*, I swear!

*And by that, of course I mean Chinese New Years

Surely there's enough jug-band music down in the bayou to fill one CD?

Kaf, I'm not making any more coasters for y'all. Especially since my perception of the "new romantic" movement starts and stops somewhere around here.

That's, in fact, the New "Old [New]" Romantic period. Less known and justifiably less popular.

To: Messrs. Fes, Esque, & Agogo
From: bmarkey
Re: Swap

Gentlemen-

Am in reciept of your discs and am grooving to same. Top notch work.

Yours, etc.

Send that off ASAP, Miss Beasley. And mix me another daquiri, would you?

Today is MeFi's birthday. It's also pips' birthday. Coincidence?

7 days later and I'm back again, back on the Korean Hobo Juice.

Life ain't as good as it could be, s'truth, but it sure as hell ain't as bad as it could be nigh-ther.

A drink...for all my friends!

I have three swaps in the car and ready for audio attention. If I listen to them while at work I'll miss a lot. Track listings look great, though.

I've got swaps from Fes, Slack-a-gogo, Kaf and bmarkey, as well and am enjoying them thoroughly. (As are my coworkers, since I've got them on the shared iTunes at work.)

Mine will be out soon. They've been done for a week, but I haven't been able to get over to the post office due to a stupidly busy work schedule. I'm going to try to get them out Saturday. Failing that, they'll go out Monday.

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