I think this is legit. Give it a go, either way.

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np – Death Cab For Cutie / Stability

Daniel Johnston is opening up for Yo La Tengo, along with Portastatic. This’ll be a good one! Tickets on sale today.

Daredevil is taking a bit of a billy club beating in the early Rotten Tomatoes reviews. There should be a more solid picture tomorrow, when the rest of the media outlets run their reviews, but it doesn’t look good in the early going.

Is it wrong that I sort of want to see Old School? Coming Attractions actually gives it a good review, for the genre… Come on – it’s got Luke Wilson AND Jeremy Piven? Everybody loves Jeremy Piven.

np – Billy Bragg / Victim Of Geography

Today was new comic day. I remember an old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles story – it was in one of the anthologies, like Turtle Soup or something – and it was called “New Comic Day”. Raphael comes back from a comic store run with an armload of comics like Usagi Yojimbo, Love And Rockets and American Splendor, all the top early 90s indie stuff, and settles down in an armchair to read, noting “Ahh, new comics day – I love it!”. He starts to read, but falls asleep, and the chair sprouts arms and legs and attacks him. He spends a couple pages battling the easy chair and just as he’s about to be smothered, he wakes up. It was all a dream! Frazzled, he staggers off and once he’s gone, the chair again sprouts arms, picks up the comics and begins reading.

Don’t ask me what that had to do with anything. Except today was new comics day. Grabbed the new issue of Hunter: The Age Of Magic and a 25-cent issue of Daredevil. They think that by offering super-cheap introductory books, they can lure me back into buying more titles? Ha! I laugh at them! And I weep at my weakness, cause it worked. Sob.

This was also a day of getting stuff done. Make an appointment to buy RRSPs and deal with financial grown-up stuff? Check. Get Songbird to cut me a new pickguard? Check. Activate my ING bank account? Check. Look out, I’m a dynamo.

Didn’t feel like watching Curb Your Enthusiasm tonight, but I am taping it. So there.

Attention Canadians with cable – Curb Your Enthusiasm comes to Showcase tonight at 11pm! I’ve never seen it but I hear it’s fantastic. Besides, what else is there to do at 11pm on a Wednesday night?

Mogwai skinsman Martin Bulloch is selling his old pacemaker on eBay. How demented is that? Either way, their new one, Bag Of Agony, drops in June.

Everyone has probably already heard them, but if you haven’t, here are two of the jingles Ween – yes WEEN – did for Pizza Hut. “Cheese 2” will make you pee yourself. I will buy you a slice of pizza if you don’t (offer not valid in Canada, United States or any country with indigenous vegetation).

Two and a half months and two sternly worded, verbose letters, Columbia House finally decided to refund the rest of my money from my botched order. Chumps. Yeah, I’ll pay for stuff that you never sent me. Sure I will.

np – Guided By Voices / Bee Thousand

I caught a bit of American Idol tonight while channel surfing between the hockey game and Buffy. My goodness. Words fail me. Know what I’d like to see? Someone go up like Billy Bragg, just a guy and an electric guitar, and bash out something like “A New England” and then when he’s done, leaps into the circle of the rest of the contestants and beats them all senseless with the guitar. Now THAT would be entertainment.

I got East River Pipe’s The Gasoline Age in the mail today. You have to love any album that starts with a track called, “Shiny, Shiny Pimpmobile”. My list of stuff I want is getting distressingly short. It’ll grow in March when scads of new stuff comes out, but I actually have no cause to go CD shopping right now – there’s nothing I really want! Mark this day down, it’ll never happen again.

There’s a terrific sound-quality Wilco live show from October of last year available for download here. That page is worth bookmarking – they put up a new live show every week or so. Last week was a solo Jeff Tweedy acoustic show from 2000.

np – East River Pipe / The Gasoline Age