Charleston

On my way back from a trip down south in the wonderful town of Charleston, South Carolina. An absolutely incredible town built around life's unnecessary pleasures of eating, drinking and shopping.

In other news, Rick Springfield followed by "Let Me Clear My Throat" playing loudly with a light up dance floor, can give you the spins. (So will multiple vodka clubs and copious cigarette smoke.) Chic's "Everybody Dance" played on portable speakers, on the other hand, will not. (Nor will a Manhattan, but no one knows how to make these dreamy cocktails in the south for some reason.)

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I read Killing Yourself to Live by Chuck Klosterman this week. He's really fun to read, but 250 pages of self-awareness gets old after a while. I do agree with him that Interpol kind of sucks and that Rod Stewart has the best voice in rock and roll.

Also - been listening to the following:

• Hot Snakes' "If Credit's What Matters, I'll Take Credit"
• Dinosaur Jr.'s Without a Sound
• Drunks With Guns, Scratch Acid, Pissed Jeans
• Howe Gelb's 'Sno Angel Like You