today at mi casa is brought to you by the letter "d"

...which stands for the dictators, whom i thought were a joke when i saw 'em open for jeff beck way back in '76 or so, but were one of the best live bands i've evah seen when i caught 'em in big d in 2001 and 2002. this weekend, they're playing the final weekend at cbgb's in nyc. vale.

also died pretty, the '80s-vintage aussie band who shoulda been as big as u2 and r.e.m. (for evidence, seek out their doughboy hollow alb). they were actually signed to columbia (once the gem of rekkid labels) in the states but, the story goes, a corporate suit who witnessed a u.s. performance was so unnerved by frontguy ronald s. peno's gayness that the company wound up totally failing to promote their '93 trace alb, resulting in its sinking without a etc. my sweetie was perusing the shelf in our living room and unearthed their best-of out of the underworld this week, so i've been reminded of its pleasures.

winding down from a hellride of a week, looking fwd to playing a stoogeshow at fredtoberfest tomorrow (um, at 6pm, _not_ noon), and going to see my youngest dtr, her b-f and baby girl at their new digs on sunday. life is good.