Leap Frog

Today is the 29th shy day of February. Everything is allowed of leap day, the day itself is an exception. Happy birthday to those turning one fourth of their appearing age. Aside, in the less happy of days, some slightly more cheery tunes sometimes work to get the mind distracted and set in a new direction other than down. Recently, I have created this "Good Times via CD' mix... Just now while typing, I have messed up my newly painted red nails on or around the "k" key. Time for a touch up, and a listen of this track list:

1. Generique Stephane: Jean-Michel Bernard (Science of Sleep soundtrack)
2. Move On Up: Curtis Mayfield
3. Root Down: The Beastie Boys
4. Heart It Races: Architecture in Helsinki
5. Sissyneck: Beck
6. Blackberry: The Black Crowes
7. Wall Of Gum: Black Moth Super Rainbow
8. Technicolor Nightmare: Christian McBride
9. Yellow: The Common Cold
10. I Feel Just Like A Child: Devendra Banhart
11. Timebomb: Beck
12. Race For The Prize: The Flaming Lips
13. Footstompin' Music: Grand Funk Railroad
14. Come On, Come Over: Jaco Pastorius
15. I Got Ants In My Pants: James Brown
16. Woo Hoo: Kings of Leon
17. Song For Amberdeen: Mando Diao
18. It's A Fact (Printed Stained): Matt & Kim
19. Walk In The Park: Oh No Oh My
20. Phantom Punch: Sondre Lerche

The Day the Music Died

Maybe I am cliche for writing about this, but I found it noteworthy. I mean, aside from the Giant upset...no pun intended. I kind of hope nobody but me reads this, it's a little embarrassing. Anyway, I guess on this day in 1959, the infamous plane crash, referenced in Don McLean's "American Pie" as the day the music died, took place. I came across the Coroner's report for Buddy Holly. It is written in a gruesome amount of detail . Then they proceeded to take $11.65 from the poor dead man's wallet for the report. Does this not seem wrong at all? A little creepy and demeaning?

Thanks Phil

Happy Groundhog's day, and a special thanks to the man of the hour: Punxsutawney phil. 6 more weeks of winter, or spring is just around the corner? This time, we're stuck in winter. But wait, it's really just two ways to say the exact same thing. "Hey, it's finally not January anymore, we're sick of the cold, let it be summer already. We must consult the rodent." It's a strange tradition, but one I will be happy to enjoy none the less. At least we aren't sacrificing shrunken heads. Some wacky traditions are simply less frightening than others. Really?