It's been awhile since I had a song lodge in the forefront of my consciousness. But I've been listening to the Rocket From the Tombs compilation -- along with its simulacral double of the iPod Shuffle variety -- so much this past week that the beginning of "Life Stinks" has turned into a big puddle of mental honey. And that reminds me. If any of my readers have the collected works of Peter Laughner that the now defunct Tim/Kerr label put out a number of years back, I'd gladly do you a favor to get a copy of it burned and sent my way. It's not available on any of the download sites I know how to frequent. Anyway, the bass line is interrupting my thought process again. I need a drink.