I just got an email that said only “Moose (drums) will call you at noon on Friday.” At first I wondered if there was a scheduled drug deal that I’d forgotten about (I’m always forgetting to write them down), but then I remembered I’m doing a phone interview with a U.K. band that likes bloodletting and roses and vengeance and weeping.
Speaking of that, I finally posted a few new clips from the last two issues of Skope, including the meanest record review I’ve ever written. But that one’s balanced by my completely shameless love for Princess Superstar, whose cell number I still have saved in my phone, just so I can say I have Princess Superstar’s cell number in my phone.
