Whew. I'm glad I double-checked the dates. Zombieoke is NEXT Monday, not this one. Okay, then.

Despite the fall of former icons today, I've been good. I just returned home from a fun and silly practice with Unextraordinary Gentlemen. Next weekend's gig in Oakland will be epic. Epic, I tell you! EPIC.

By the by, if you read the obituary section or visit your local hospital, you'll find many other rich characters with interesting lives passed on today. It's all part of the way of things, don't you know. Live a little or live large. You never know what's coming up riiiiight now! Or Now!

I managed to avoid the hero worship today but I'm not saying I'm above it. I cried when Jim Henson died. There have been others.

Be well, friends.

































...NOW!

Okay. Actually looking at my last trillion posts, I can see how listing my songs as I play them is annoying. I promise I was fake DJing a proper hour or so of music with an audio story arc and emotional spikes and valleys and the whole artsy fartsy performance piece deal.

However, it would have been one thing if I could have somehow cut and pasted the entire list of music links, in the PROPER order and quite another thing to use this forum in a manner much better suited to someplace like Twitter.

If you're curious, my playlists are saved and streaming over on Blip.fm I'm Schreeck. On the actual site, you can modify your options to listen to the songs in the order I intended.

I had a lot of fun playing around with the selections and altering my own mood on the fly.

Again, I apologise for any inconvenience.

Good night.

Sweet delusional solid ground. This is no limbo. This is no purgatorial waiting room. This is real life. Inhale.

I know. It's overplayed. Tough. It's still one of my favorite songs and this is my favorite take on it. Rest, Jeff. May the river bring you home.

Singing for the lost souls.

I am trying to find a way out. Order out of chaos. I promise. I'll won't leave you blue.

Bittersweet is my favorite flavor.

MSG is bad for you. Bad people don't go to heaven.

The Millionaire and his prize. Begin the ascent, my fellow prisoners. It's been a long night.

If you have been altered in any way, it is too late. This song will drag you to the bottom of the depths. Sweet dreams.

Seriously. Run.

Really, really weird. Mr. Howell is a creepy old man. On drugs.

...and then things got weird.

From e-clash into trip-swing. Howdy hey!

The saucers have landed. Bring milk.

ADULT listening for runaways, courtesy of Ladytron.

Iggy is peachy. Pop the one you're with.