Mystery Achievement

There's enough caffeine coursing through my veins to induce seizures in a Russian race horse. I've been staring at the same picture of Uffie for so long my sleep-deprived mind is starting to believe that she's really here (I wish). No one has openly cried - yet (although I did just experience a dazzling display of dry heaving in the parking lot. Rawk!). 

In 18 hours, we officially give birth to this Rosemary's Baby. Which is why things are getting particularly brutal at Metromix LA HQ, and it's starting to show. But that's all part of the fun, right? Right? OK, be that way. 

I'm supposed to be listening to the new Interpol album to review for this Tuesday (it's much better than the haters would have you believe, btw), but I can't stop scrolling through the classic rock bootlegs I've been downloading from an amazing new site I found the other day. Right now a Pretenders concert from 1980 (featuring the original line-up), one by the Cars from 1979 and a gig by Cheap Trick recorded in my hometown of Deeee-troit in 1978 are stuck in permanent rotation. As Greg Kihn once sang, "They just don't write them like that anymore."

I did manage to sneak out for a little fun last night, catching the Decemberists' tremendous gig playing with the LA Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl . Their opening acts? Band of Horses and Andrew Bird. Pretty sweet, yes? More about the show later - promise. Big thanks and lots of love to sweethearts Laura Cohen and Lisa Bellamore for facilitating this all-too-brief respite from the madness. 

In the meantime, I'm desperately clutching to what little sanity is left upstairs. We'll see how it goes. Details at 11...