I got beat up today in the studio. The above photo is one of many puddles the big Dove squeezed out of me today. Oh, I lost it a couple of times. If there was a nanny-cam on JB today and JB was of interest to the public, you could see some funny footy on ET tonight. Maybe someday.

Monday night Deer Tick played in Lexington at Al’s bar. Deer Tick is from Providence, RI and that’s almost enough to give a band a chance because it probably means they went to RISD and that may be enough, though my ears and eyes are leading me to believe that Providence and RISD’s numbered days are done. Poppy sounds have replaced some kind of real energy. Opinion. Plus, poppy doesn’t always mean poopy. There’s a time for everything under heaven. Fort Thunder and scenes like it must move on…

To Lexington. Lexington is not Louisville. Like I said about Bonnie Prince Billy, he disrespected Lexington (favours Louisville), and Lexington doesn’t have much to brag about. Neither does my hometown of Toledo. But, do you really want a lot of art lessons, nice shopping, and a waterfront view to produce your art. Stuff that speaks comes from the gut and the gut doesn’t look like sunny San Diego, it looks like my floor today after punching inanimate objects and cursing to nothing. I’m not going to come up with new great ideas from drinking fine wine. Nossir, bourbon heals them wounds and does them patchins. KY is bourbon country. Land of the most wretched, outcast, independent folks. Welcome to Dovetail. Grab hold of the tail of the great forgiving bird and let it take you home.

In these days of mp3’s and streams and music industry confusion, I am super happy to report a new-found interest in college radio. WRFL, the UK radio station has some good programming. I’d like to talk on some Lexington original music soon, but for now, check out WRFL, and if you have a better station with some good music to stream–lets me know. Sometimes, even the best gets smooth n’ jazzy.