Did anyone else see Jesus Christ Superstart @ the 5th Ave Theater? I saw it twice - once on "Fan Night" sporting my ThunderPussy t-shirt, and then again last Friday. What a great show! If you're a real fan - go see the "Rising Star Project" version starring high school age kids next weekend. I'll be out of town, or I'd go.

Weird bit of a title; bare with me. I'm a big "lyric guy" when it comes to music. The messages artist put into the song, even if I'm interpreting it my own way, mean something. in the moment; over the years; whatever. Lyrics matter. (which as an aside is fun, because I'm also a big fan of electronic music with _zero_ lyrics. Hilarious.) The odd thing about how much importance I place in lyrics is that I often Do Not Register the lyrics of a song I like. Not immediately or even over a period of years. But at the same time there are tracks I can sing along to verbatim, pitch and all, that I haven't heard in decades. The point being that I'll hook onto a song sometimes, not knowing what the hell the artist is saying. I'll just know. No Idea what they're singing. No idea what the words are. But it still hits. And that's beautiful, because the song is more than the lyrics. The lyrics are just a part. The sounds so strong a part of the song that I can feel what's being said. I don't think I'm alone here with this crew. I was reminded of this while listening to a track by 'iamamiwhoami' called 'idle talk'. This song broke me a while back. Not on first listen, not on third. But the moment hit, and it was everything. Music heals - sometimes in mysterious ways. In January of 2020, at the cusp of middle age, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. If you don't know what that means, it's an auto-immune disease. It has nothing to do with what you eat, how much you exercise, or how much weight you have. I was an extremely physically active 130 lb, 5'9" stick. Didn't matter. My pancreas nope'd out and now I had to learn the mysteries of insulin. There's a joke among insulin dependent diabetics; goes something like this: Too much insulin will kill you. Not enough insulin will kill you. So you ask your body, how much insulin do you need!? And your body responds, "It's a secret." Hilarious. Y'know, when your life depends on guessing the correct amount of insulin you need at every moment of every day. Anyway.

Having grown up in Seattle, it would be tough to not go in that direction, but I could also be happy eating bbq in Austin just listening to Spoon and The Black Angels.

I haven't headspace for much of the digital world, but I thought it was worthwhile to acknowledge tomorrow will be the next Bandcamp Friday. If anyone has any bands or specific releases you're excited to check out, please share them! It looks like there is still time to pre-order a vinyl copy of Dark Chisme's self-titled LP in its fourth pressing. For the punk fans as well as those who might be looking for some of the fuzz associated with the 90s, I'd recommend the latest LP from my friends in Filth is Eternal called Impossible World that was released last month.

I’m not an obsessed fan of Florence + the Machine. I know some people are. However, I’ve heard repeatedly, from many people that the live experience is like a religious experience, and I could use that now in my life. Of course, I’m late and it’s all resale tickets… so how much is it worth to gamble on this religious experience?