...for good this time.

In honor of being voted runner-up "Scenester Of The Year" in the Tucson Area Music Awards (http://www.tucsonweekly.com/gbase/Music/index), I packed up my CDs, dirty pictures of Ashworth and assorted artifacts of ninja weaponry and headed north by northwest until I hit Lake Union. SPLASH!!! I'm home.

Tonight I'll be heading over to the Iron Composers competition at EMP, where Jello Biafra will battle Wayne Kramer to the death with wit, unfocused middle-aged rage and, hopefully, blunt scissors. After that, I will be officially and completely broke for the forseeable future, but will still make it out for New Music Monday on the 27th to see my Tucson boys in Fistsized destroy the Rendezvous. I encourage everyone to come out and see what the hell I've been raving about for the last few years. Bring me a sandwich and I'll tell you tall tales of the American Southwest while giving you the best backrub you've ever had. Or something like that. It'll be good to see you anyway...

I don't know you very well Mr. Brown, but I do know we need to have a roundtable Hall & Oates discussion/listening party next time my brother visits, though that won't be until December. I am serious about this though. Let's make it happen. Oddly, he's probably moving to Arizona this winter, where apparently he will have no competition now for top Hall & Oates fan.
Dan