We're spending this overcast Spring day cleaning house, watching birds build a nest in our porch light, drooling, and listening to my dad's great record collection I recently inherited. There's lots good old stuff: Flatt and Scruggs, Hank Williams, The Seldom Scene, Ricky Skaggs, The Whites, Country Gazette, Roy Acuff, Norman Blake, Pink Floyd, Ten Years After, Tony Rice, Jerry Douglas, Doc Watson, lots of others, and these two, which I nearly had a faintin' spell over. Hot Rize, by, you guessed it, Hot Rize and Lost in the Ozone by Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen, both of which I have wanted to own for pretty much my entire life. Some of this stuff is so old and rare, I doubt you could find many other copies on vinyl, let alone on cd.
Well, Dollfaces, I hope your teeth are painless, your music is good, and you live like it's goin' out of style, because, well, it is. On that note, check out 43 Things, which Mr. Sweetheart brought to my attention after my long, impassioned speech about how I want there to be no regrets when my race is run.