In my book, right now(AIFG) Terry Quinn is making out with a woman who likes Dismemberment Plan(whom he calls Dismembered Man) and she swats him playfully. Poor Quinn. Everyone he knows tries to shape his musical tastes, when all the man really knows for sure is that he likes "Darkness on The Edge of Town" and, as of this book, that Proctor and Gamble isn't the same team as Gamble and Huff. I just thought the synchronicity was funny, I guess.(And I'm kind of the thread's Terry Quinn. Except I've not shot anyone. Yet.)

erika, that might be really funny ... except I'm deficient and don't know who Terry Quinn is.

Do you know the greatness that was the Plan? Because I can get all evangelical.

He is one of the PIs in one of Pelecanos' series, LJ. Since the author is a major music wonk who'd probably be more comfortable here than I, though, we always know both the heroes' and villains' grooves...the ones I know always tell me a lot about the characters involved, though, and no, my knowledge of that band is totally confined to "I've seen that recently. I know I have. Where?" ETA: Quinn's taste is sort of middle of the road mostly grew up in the eighties white-guy, except for what his partner Derek tries to tell him about soul. And Prince, whom Derek isn't comfortable with. Androgyny makes Derek nervous.(They spend a lot of time on stakeout talking about that stuff.)

My wife has her iPod back today. Life has lost all meaning.

Oh, but I am listening to Gary Higgin's Red Hash, a recommendation from a friend in Alabama. It's exquisite folksy hippie stuff. And Six Organs of Admittance, the most Faheyish of bands, covered the first song on their last album.

Thanks for the background, erika.

The Plan was like what would happen if Prince and the random indie rock band of your choice had a baby and gave it free reign of their collected music library, or possibly like if Cake wrote much better lyrics and had a singer who, um, couldn't exactly sing but could sure groove. And they're my favorite live and favorite local band of all time. (I'm not sure I would like them as much as I do if I hadn't seen them perform approximately ten times -- aforesaid singer-who-can't-really-sing was pure sex onstage, in a nerdy-indie-boy-getting-all-sweaty way.) I can upload a couple tracks to Buffistarawk if you want.

And they just came up on my iPod again. The music gods are being good to me.

The woman being a fan suggests to me that she has interesting musical tastes and probably likes to dance. The coolness factor fades as you get closer to D.C. -- true D.C. punk music snobs thought they were too pop or something.

(What? I warned I was gonna get evangelical.)

Probably so. She probably was a bit of a party girl before she started rescuing teen hookers full time.

Corwood, get the nano! You know you want to.

We have Elliott Smith playing on the office stereo, and it's making me even sadder than the news does. I need to go for a walk in the sun.

Oh, and erinaceous, if you read this, this photo's for you: [link]

Is that as good as "Another Girl, Another Planet"?

Even better! Or, as Jim notes, as good but different. Sometimes it feels better. It rocks splendidly. I love their guitarist, John Perry, but that's partly because he's got so much Johnny Thunders in his style. That always wins me over. It is a great great song, though, and I don't tire of it. The Peel version is also very good, though I still prefer the original.

Peter Holsapple (dBs) is on the WWOZ list of found-not-drowned NOLA musicians.

Arrrgh. I am earwormed with "Meet De Boys On De Battlefront". Which is a great song, but...

Okay, so what's the second Dr. John album I buy after loving "Dr. John's Gumbo"?