Non-Spring, I'm talking about Liverpool FC, a very successful football/soccer team in the English Premiership. The team's theme song/anthem is "You'll Never Walk Alone." Which is why I insisted on that song. (Well, also that I'm a Liverpool fan.) Gerry and the Pacemakers had a big hit in England with the song back in the '60s.

If you're anywhere near the University of Iowa, think along the lines of "In Heaven There Is No Beer."

"In Heaven There Is No Beer."

When my DexH Dave and I went to see the Polkaholics live, they would often change the lyrics to:

and when we are gone from here Dave will be drinking all our beer

The Times online has a podcast with Nick Drake's sister. I haven't listened to it yet but I figured that there might be some interesting here.

The Times online has a podcast with Nick Drake's sister. I haven't listened to it yet but I figured that there might be some interesting here.

Just a reminder, this is Nick Drake's sister Gabrielle.

Joe Boyd interview for Hayden

Fantastic, thanks!

Good stuff. I was just rewriting a section about Joe Boyd yesterday.

A little something for bon bon: [link]

That is the 1980s in one take. Awse!

I am going to see what seems like a very Buffista band, the Horrors, tonight at the Abby pub. From the Reader:

Horrors

The closest thing I had to a starstruck moment at this year's SXSW was seeing the Horrors walking packlike down Sixth Street in the middle of the day. I've met and hung out with musicians I admire more without feeling that way, possibly because most of what I listen to is made by people who dress pretty much like everyone I know. The Horrors, on the other hand, seem to reject the idea of street clothes entirely. Even on a sweltering Texas afternoon they still dress like a gang of Victorian dandies who've somehow discovered early Motley Crue—or, as I've heard them described more succinctly, "like a bunch of gay vampires." They probably work harder on their outfits than on their music, but that's OK. Rock 'n' roll doesn't have to be much more than a handful of gnarly blues progressions for me to like it—and last year's self-titled EP and this year's Strange House (Stolen Transmission) both sound like the Cramps and Alien Sex Fiend in a sweaty, gasping dog pile. Schoolyard Heroes and the Goldstars open.

My friend C, the biggest Cramps fan I know, played me their album this weekend, and it was insanely catchy. I haven't been going to any shows lately - just not feeling like it - but I have the day off Friday, so I figured what the hell.