The new Beck rocks. Black Tambourine. Oh yeah. Hell yes, in fact. That’s what a beat should be.

Some discussion on ‘the young’ tonight at Network Downtown. Did you know they don’t dance? They stand on the dance floor, still as scarecrows. Scarecrows without a breeze, even. And they complain about ‘old timers’ who move around too much. The repuglicans have won - they’ve sucked all the sexuality out of the young. Be afraid for the future.

But I am not young. I don’t get phone numbers written on the inside of matchbooks by handsome men anymore, I get band names. Cool band names, mind you. Ozo Matli. Lost at Last. Ojos de Brujos - I mentioned them myself, they aren’t in the matchbook - they are coming to Ann Arbor this summer and I am so excited.

Ah. Much Sapphire this evening. But no lyrics for you. You’ll have to get Guero for yourself.