Autumn Souvenir

Very nice piece in today's Star Tribune . Man do I miss Minnesota.

This obviously doesn't count vinyl, CDs, car, overtaking friends' stereo systems, but here's my Top 40 listened to artists via last.fm (along w number of songs played): 1 Bruce Springsteen 1,622 2 Wilco 1,157 3 Son Volt 951 4 Eels 758 5 Townes Van Zandt 575 6 Tim Easton 525 7 Richard Buckner 511 8 Damien Jurado 469 8 Bonnie "Prince" Billy 469 10 Josh Ritter 452 11 Neko Case 403 12 Nick Drake 383 13 Jay Farrar & Benjamin Gibbard 371 14 Bob Dylan 339 15 Josh Rouse 329 16 Neil Young 320 17 The Gourds 300 18 Chip Robinson 262 19 Joe Henry 259 20 Uncle Tupelo 257 21 Slobberbone 250 22 Okkervil River 237 23 Leonard Cohen 225 24 The Magnetic Fields 222 25 Thao 214 26 Yo La Tengo 212 27 Arcade Fire 197 28 The Beatles 190 29 Big Star 187 29 Steve Earle 187 29 Sam Cooke 187 32 Johnny Cash 182 33 Andrew Bird 172 33 John Prince 172 35 Brakes 169 36 M. Ward 166 37 Matthew Ryan 160 37 Nathan Moore 160 39 Pernice Brothers 159 40 The Handsome Family 156

Many folks who inspired, touched and were loved by many were lost this year. These four are the ones I will miss the most. Edward Kennedy, 77 Jay Bennett, 45 Jim Dickinson, 67 Vic Chesnutt, 45

An incredibly rewarding morning. A few weeks ago, I submitted two photos to the New York Times for its upcoming feature Documenting the Decade . This morning, the feature went live and both of my photos made it. I don't know if the review process was strict or lax, but whatever the case, it's an absolute honor to see my photos on their site. My photos can be found within the March 2004 (the 12th) and August 2008 (the 17th) sections.

Jim O'Rourke entered Jeff Tweedy's recording life at the exact right time. Not only did he help in putting beautiful touches on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot , but he opened up Tweedy to a world of sounds and exploration that changed the way Tweedy played and viewed music. Tweedy and O'Rourke's side project, Loose Fur, released their self-titled debut in 2003, and although it's a mixed bag, Tweedy offered up one of the best songs he's ever written. Formerly known as "Not For the Season," when performed by Wilco or Tweedy solo, Jeff and Jim renamed it "Laminated Cat" for its official release. The more passive Tweedy/Wilco fans may not know that some of Jeff's best songs bypassed both Wilco and Uncle Tupelo. Songs such as this one, "Blasting Fonda" ( Feeling Minnesota soundtrack), "Please Tell My Brother" (Golden Smog) and "The Family Gardener" (The Minus 5) represent just a sampling of the fantastic songs that are a b

There's something incredibly annoying about Feist, but this take on "Broken Heart" is still pretty nifty. Record Club: Skip Spence "Broken Heart" from Beck Hansen on Vimeo .

Golden Smog @ Irving Plaza, NYC, 12.5.98 I took the above shot during Golden Smog's cover of the Split Enz tune "I Got You." This raucous affair of the self-proclaimed "stupor-ground," was one of the most memorable shows I saw while living in NYC. Golden Smog was comprised of Gary Louris (The Jayhawks), Jeff Tweedy (Uncle Tupelo/Wilco), Dan Murphy (Soul Asylum), Kraig Johnson (Run Westy Run), Marc Perlman (The Jayhawks) and Jody Stephens (Big Star). I don't care what they call(ed) themselves, that's one hell of a superground if I've ever seen one. They were friends, some of the most important musicians of the time, a number of the forefathers of the alt.country "scene," and shit, they were just a blast. Today I was able to locate their performance at The Paradise in Boston three nights later. And here it is for your download. Enjoy it. Golden Smog @ The Paradise, Boston, MA, 12.8.98 Set List: 1. Soundcheck 2. Soundcheck 3. Soundcheck 4. So

In a few days another decade will close. In usual fashion, I will probably be asleep an hour or two before the ball drops in Times Square. Oh wait, I'll probably be awake for that, but I'll be sacked out by the time it hits midnight out west. Or I'll be reading, listening to alt.country or maybe flossing. This has been a crazy year, though I guess that can be said for most years. But this year has felt even more dramatic and full of changes, shifts, anxieties, and on and on, than years past. And I mean this on a grander scale. Many friends and loved ones have gone through very trying times, as has what seems like the whole planet. Now that all the lists are done (I think), I'll just note some things that I remember and that made this year, well, 2009: I read somewhere that our friendships change up approximately every seven years. While this may be somewhat true, I can point to a number of friendships that have now reached three decades. To Bob and Dave, I do feel bless

Alright, should I believe the hype? I just checked to see if anything's going on in Portland around the time I'm seeing Farrar and Gibbard. Bondy is playing the previous night. Is it worth getting there for this? If Rockwood says yes, and I go, and it blows, I'm bypassing SF on the way back, heading to LA and going full-on wedgie.

Thank you to Andrew Sullivan of The Atlantic for providing so much powerful footage and information. His blog, The Daily Dish, is listed to the right under my favorite blogs. I highly recommend reading.

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Michael Appleton for The New York Times This image seems to sum up the year of 2009. With two wars burning, an economy near collapse, corruption and lies burying the executive branch of our government, Barack Obama, a 47-year-old African-American man took over as the 44th president of the United States. On the day that he took the helm, it was as if not only all Americans, but people the world over looked to Obama to help get us all back on track. From world peace to the environment and corporate greed to health care at home, a deflated country turned to this young man to lead the way. The results are still uncertain, but the spirit of what his election brought to many of us won't soon be forgotten.

As more and more music companies are merging, folding and being sold for nickels, The New York Piece of Crap Post is reporting that eMusic may be seeking out a suitor. eMusic is a major destination for music afficionados and those looking to actually "keep" their music, as opposed to fans who go the way of streaming services (many do both). I've been a subscriber since 2005 and I've generally been very happy. Although they upped the price nearly 50% in the past year after adding "premium" content, most of which is not appealing to their audience (obvious exceptions (Springsteen, Dylan, etc.)), I still get 50 downloads for $20/month. That's about $5/record. But keep in mind, despite the "indie" feel of the site, eMusic is owned by JDS Capital, not exactly the kinda fellas you're going to see pouring cash into the jukebox at Great Lakes in Brooklyn. These things can happen fast, or they can take months or years, but given the current climate

Has the feel of the Civil Rights marches of the 60s. The power of such footage leaves me nearly at a loss for words.

I spent two years in college volunteering for Amnesty International, took a number of classes on capital punishment, I own every Steve Earle record, and hell, I've seen Dead Man Walking about seven times, yet nobody's ever told me about the documentary The Thin Blue Line ? C'mon folks. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I was looking through documentaries on Netflix when I came upon this spectacular yet horrifying documentary. Errol Morris' 1988 masterpiece documents the erroneous conviction of Randall Adams for killing a Dallas police officer. At one point, Adams was within 72 hours of being executed, yet the United States Supreme Court began the lengthy process of saving his life. One year following the release of the film, the case was reviewed and Adams was exonerated. And the state of Texas, through corruption (really, Texas is corrupt?), false testimony and a testosterone-fueled district attorney nearly put this man to death for doing absolutely nothing. George W. Bush

I almost charged the stage.

The words, the lights, the string section, the brevity, the spirituality. "In a rainbow, in the sky, in the middle of the night, but the signal's coming through, one day I will be alright again," Everett assures us. And as the strings pick up, you can't help but believe in his words.

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When Mohammed saw my enthusiasm regarding the tunes yesterday, he asked if I'd be willing to make a few mix CDs. And that's what I was doing at 6am this morning. If you happen to stop into the shop, ya may hear these. Disc 1 "Wooden Nickels" Eels "Walt Whitman's Bridge" Marah "Barstow" Jay Farrar "Rose Parade" Elliott Smith "So. Central Rain" REM "Make Me a Pallet On Your Floor" Gillian Welch "From the Morning" Nick Drake "Colorado Girl" Townes Van Zandt "You Love Me" Devotchka "Settled Down Like Rain" The Jayhawks "Black Cowboys" Bruce Springsteen "The Family Gardener" The Minus 5 "Spirit" The Go-Betweens "Back Into Your World" Son Volt "A.M. Slow Golden Hit" Hotel Lights "So Long, Marianne" Leonard Cohen "I Am Not Willin'" Wilco Disc 2 "Powderfinger" Neil Young "Honey Child What Can I D

If you're interested in helping Vic's family pay his medical bills, you can donate via Paypal right here . Thank you to Kristin Hersh for setting this up. If you'd like to hear a recent interview with Vic, where he discusses his insurmountable bills, despite having health insurance, here's the NPR interview . I hate to get political, but I'm going to: If this interview doesn't make your blood boil regarding the state of health "care" in this country nothing will. I won't go so far as to say what I want to say because I clearly don't know all the factors, but I'll just say this: Our current system is responsible for many, many preventable deaths in this country. We need single-payer. Anything short of this is criminal and inhumane. End of story.

Vic has more than his share of sad songs to choose from, but today, I'm going to go with perhaps my favorite Chesnutt song, one that's always inspired me to cut some rug around the apartment. Rest in peace, VC.

According to the New York Times , singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt has died. I stepped out of my car last night to meet a friend for dinner and suddenly arrived a text from a friend in New York: "Vic Chesnutt is in a coma." My stomach sank. After not listening to Vic's beautiful music for some time, I listened to 1998's The Salesman and Bernadette about six times this week. If you look to the right, it's been my "Now Playing" for about five days. While browsing the racks at Amoeba yesterday, I actually had his new record At The Cut in my hand, before changing my mind at the last moment. For those who don't know, Chesnutt has been confined to a wheelchair since the age of 18, following a car accident. Chesnutt's songs have been covered by REM, The Smashing Pumpkins, Garbage and Madonna, to name a few. Vic Chesnutt was 45.

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Vinyl Alejandro Escovedo : A Man Under the Influence, Deluxe Bourbonitis Edition Barbara Manning : Lately I Keep Scissors Dutchess/Duke : Sunset/Sunrise Waylon Jennings : Are You Ready for the Country George Jones : My Very Special Guests Arcade Fire : Neon Bible Bruce Springsteen : Chimes of Freedom Buck Owens & The Buckaroos : Roll Out the Carpet Bruce Springsteen : Dream Baby Dream CD Gavin Bryars : The Sinking of the Titanic (1969-) The Cairo Gang / Emmett Kelly

I'm sitting in my local coffee shop right now. Every day since this place opened earlier this year, the owner has played nothing but the radio. As I'm trying to locate a good Springsteen Christmas video, on comes Lucinda Williams' "Change the Locks." I leap from my seat, "Hey Mohammed, where'd this come from?" "Someone just dropped this CD off yesterday. I have no idea who it was," he said. After that Williams song comes Blaze Foley's "Clap Pigeons," a virtually unknown song but one of my all-time favorites. It's playing as I type. This just made my Christmas. What in the world are the odds?

Apologies for the post a few minutes following the post below. Blogs were reporting left-and-right that he'd passed away. A number of those blogs, mostly reputable ones, have now removed their posts. No official word yet. Last official word, which came from his label, is that singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt is in a coma. Apologies again. I hope those early reports of his passing were false.

I have very mixed feelings about this. My overriding interest in politics and public policy for the past ten-plus years has centered around my passion around health-care reform. Although this is far from what I wanted, this is a step, and I suppose, a major step. Yes, there are compromises abound and our Congress is beyond the pale, but Obama somehow managed to get this through in LESS THAN ONE YEAR. We shouldn't forget that he had to deal with a useless republican party, Ben Nelson, Lieberman and the rest. But he still got it through. That is quite remarkable. And this is a building block. Over time, it will strengthen. I praise the president.

Compiling this list is nearly impossible. Since I don't have iTunes or my records to survey, I'm basically going via my DVD collection, memory and my Netflix ratings (which are scant). Well, I gave it a run.... 15 Deep Water (2006) 14 Finding Nemo (2003) 13 Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001) 12 21 Grams (2003) 11 Good Night and Good Luck (2005) 10 No Direction Home (2005) 9 American Splendor (2003) 8 Requiem for a Dream (2000) 7 Mystic River (2003) 6 Lost In Translation (2003) 5 High Fidelity (2000) 4 Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) 3 The Wrestler (2008) 2 Sideways (2004) 1 You Can Count on Me (2000)

"The same old thing over and over again is kinda self-defeating," howls Dave Bielanko on the opening track to Marah's phenomenal 1998 release Let's Cut the Crap and Hook Up Later on Tonight . Yes, different decade and different artist, but the message rings the same. Over ten years ago, as I fell madly in love with Marah, that line had little impact on me, but I did remember it. With age and a bit of wisdom, that line, and perhaps to a greater degree, the Tim Easton song I mention here, offer messages that even the deepest introspection may fail to locate. Easton's clearly talking about alcohol and drug abuse, but this could really apply to anything. Perhaps it's a destructive relationship or friendship, maybe it is booze, or maybe it's something else that's gripped you and just won't let go. There's a time when you have to let go, even with the knowledge that the immediate and near pain could be nearly impossible to bear. But somewhere in the

Anyone else notice that Obama's voice is getting quite Bob Seger/Tom Waits/Morton Downey Jr.? In other words, it sounds like he's pounding cartons.

Really the only song about 9/11 that made sense to me.

Suicide Blonde by Darcey Steinke, Fiction, 1992 : 7.4

I tried to avoid photos that I've already posted to this blog (which obviously includes most of my favorites). That said, here are ten that caught my eye on a quick run through the year's shots.

As always, thanks for everything, Joe. Rest in peace.

Essex , originally uploaded by ccsbandwagon . This fine pup is Essex. I played with him for about an hour in the backyard of Animal Care & Control this afternoon. Amazingly, he has been at the shelter since October. Why? I really have no idea. He is happy, fun, gentle and goes absolutely manic when you play ball with him. If I'd stop for a bit, after dropping the ball at my feet, he'd pick it back up and put it on my lap. When I went to leash him and bring him inside he had no problem with it. On his kennel door there is a note about him needing some sort of medication but his problem is under control and is not contagious to other dogs or people. Just a wonderful dog. The above photo is his pose while he's waiting for me to chuck the ball. If you're interested, Animal Care & Control is located at 1200 15th Street (at Alabama). Their phone number is (415) 554-6364. And, of course, there are many more dogs and cats available, all of whom need homes. I will be bac

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I'm only 14 songs into disc one and I may be ready to declare this the best box set I own. The alternate takes of "Give Me Another Chance," "My Life is Right" and others are simply breathtaking. Many could very well outdo the versions that made it onto the official releases. And the liner notes are wholly comprehensive and tell the story of a band that never, ever got its due. Had Big Star not experienced so many problems on the label and distribution fronts, they could have been the biggest band in the world. These songs are that good. When considering the other phenomenal box sets I own, I'd point to the following: The Faces Five Guys Walk Into a Bar Anthology of American Folk Music George Jones The Spirit of Country But this Big Star set is just a gem. If only Chris Bell were around to see this. I can only hope that he'd be proud. What an amazing band. Chris Bell, 1951-1978

I love this song more for its longing for days past more than anything else. I know I'm romanticizing a world/life that's mostly gone, but it's hard to not feel nostalgic for these times. This is probably why I'm drawn to songwriters like Hank Williams, Nick Drake, Bob Dylan and even contemporary throwbacks like Richard Buckner and Jeff Tweedy. I can watch The Grapes of Wrath over and over and I feel at home in the worlds of Faulkner and Russo. I guess I wish we lived in simpler times, and on this sweet folk song, Nathan Moore wishes for the same.

Re: Robert Byrd You must be a very unhappy and angry man to say such a thing about a 92-year-old man. He's fighting to *help* the American people and you wish harm on him. What a sad and heartless thing to say. How on earth you found your way into our government is beyond me. Oh, and your hair is absolutely ridiculous. Warm regards, Chris Campbell

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One of my favorite musicians, Tim Easton, lives in Joshua Tree, California. About a year ago, N and I took a trip to Joshua Tree and one plan (well, my plan) was to see Tim play with the All-Stars. As we sat at the bar talking to the bartender, we noticed that Tim was absent. Turns out, the bartender was Tim's wife. She told us that he was home sick and couldn't make it that night. A few days later, I blogged about my trip to Joshua Tree and Tim commented apologizing for missing us. I'd never met him before, but this suggested he's probably a good fella. A few days ago, Tim and his wife saved the above adorable pup from what appeared to be a living hell. Instead of trying to take pieces and make a story, I'll just share Tim's words. From Tim Easton: The story of this dog's former owner is too harsh to tell. He lives with us now. Surgery for his broken leg and subsequent neutering will cost over $1000. Any assistance is appreciated...send it to KATIE SHAW P.O

I think it was 2003 or so when I saw Rouse play back-to-back shows at the 92nd Street Y in Manhattan. My girlfriend at the time was an enormous fan, and when they allowed us to stay for the second show, without paying a second ticket price, she was thrilled. And that night we heard "Michigan." Rouse recorded so many beautiful songs throughout the 2000s, but it's "Michigan" that rounds out Rouse's spirit as a writer. He's always had a keen understanding of people's emotions, and this song captures one person's need to leave a town that won't accept him. The visuals this song creates are nearly impossible to miss.

This year I won't be with family for Christmas. I suppose that's a bit tough, but I've never really cared much for holidays. Nevertheless, today arrives this card from my mother. She included a little cash so I can buy one of those classic portable turntables. She's about as wonderful a mother as one could ask for. Thanks, mom. Merry Christmas! Christmas From Mom , originally uploaded by ccsbandwagon .

I stopped into an estate sale this afternoon and while perusing overpriced china, I saw this man in the back of the home. I glanced inside the room and he was sitting alone chain smoking. My guess is that he had something to do with everything that was being sold just feet behind him. There was something incredibly sad about it all. After seeing this I had to walk out. , originally uploaded by ccsbandwagon .

As we witnessed another decade of war ravaging the Middle East, Steve Earle's "Jerusalem" took an almost unsolveable complex set of issues, religious beliefs, territorial claims and deep-seated hatreds and boiled it down to a simple call for peace. Perhaps it's impossible, but this song offered hope for a region that so desperately needs something to believe in, and something to help foster community, forgiveness and understanding. You just never know.

I have downloaded/traded so many Springsteen shows over the years that some just get lost in the shuffle. Tonight, with iTunes on random, on came a stunning, stripped-down version of "Sherry Darling." I clicked to see where in god's name this was from, and there sat the entire set. This is a pretty amazing show from the Devils & Dust tour, which I think was a pretty breathtaking tour. I saw his May 5, 2005 stop from the first row of the balcony in Oakland and was completely floored. And since more people need to hear this, well, here you are: Set List: Tunnel of Love Reason to Believe Devils & Dust Black Cowboys Long Time Comin' Sherry Darling The River Part Man, Part Monkey Cynthia One Step Up Reno Nothing Man I Wish I Were Blind Racing In the Street The Rising Further on Up the Road Jesus Was An Only Son Two Hearts The Hitter Matamoros BAnks It's Hard To Be a Saint in the City Ain't Got You Bobby Jean The Promised Land Dream Baby Dream Happy Holidays

From Talking Points Memo: I've been getting really depressed lately about politics. I was at first depressed because the public option was dying, but now I'm much more depressed because of the anti-Obama frenzy I've been seeing coming from progressives. I don't know if these progressives are not old enough or simply have chosen to forget the year 2000, but there was a sizable disenchantment on the left with the Democratic mainstream then as well. And it manifested itself as both lack of enthusiasm for Gore and a movement for Nader. The lesson is clear -- if you're not willing to settle for a moderate and fight for a Gore, then you will get eight years of a Bush. I hate to think who that Bush could be in the next cycle. But, but, but, Obama is so disappointing! Sure. I get it. And we should let him know it. But withdrawing support from Obama? When he has to deal with birthers, and tea partiers, and beckites, and the assorted nuts du jour? It's bound to backfire.

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Is Mary Landrieu serious? If this senator is a "democrat," then it's time I turn to the Whig party. Wait, what did the Whigs stand for? Eh, gotta pick up the Zinn book today. Jokes aside, Howard Dean is one of the only voices on the left speaking the truth. If he ran against Obama for the democratic nomination in 2012, I wouldn't hesitate to back him. Visit msnbc.com for breaking news , world news , and news about the economy

I just found this recording on a good pal's site. And boy is it a find. And the most remarkable thing, personally, is that this show apparently took place on November 9, 1973, two days before I was born. Thanks for the welcome, Townes. 1. Intro 0:29 2. I'll Be Here in the Morning 3:09 3. Cuckoo Song 3:17 4. Hobo Bill 3:06 5. Where I Lead Me 3:13 6. Broke Down Engine Blues 5:12 7. For the Sake of the Song 5:02 8. Nothin' 2:46 9. Talkin' Thunderbird Blues 2:22 10. Pancho and Lefty 3:40 11. Mr. Mudd and Mr Gold 2:35 12. Tecumseh Valley 4:26 13. The Ballad of Irah Hayes 3:58 14. (Quicksilver Daydreams of) Maria 4:21 15. Tying Ten Knots in the Devil's Tail 2:27 Download

According to The Detroit News . This may be the most staggering statistic I've heard since Bush and Wall Street imploded this economy. Fifty percent?!?!??! It's almost unimaginable. How is this city not under 24 hour riot alert? When folks can't feed their kids, themselves, find shelter, etc., how does civic turmoil not ensue? Even as I type this, I can't get that statistic out of my head. This truly sounds like a completely failed city, despite the auto industry bailouts that have helped stabilize some of these companies. On the home front, sometimes San Francisco doesn't feel far off. I usually spend about one hour every other day walking around different parts of the city taking pictures. Every trip seems to bring on more boarded-up shops, for sale signs and homeless folks sleeping in retail entrances that were open just weeks ago. Although people downtown and venture capitalists are tossing parties, this city, at least while walking its streets, appears to be cr

In ways both good and not so great, this record, and almost to a damn tee, this song, have defined the past six months of my life. I simply can not stop listening to both, no matter the trials and tribulations that may be attached. The most personally I've been impacted by a song in a long, long time. Every single line, while clearly my own interpretation, makes perfect sense to me. It plays the exact role that music and art should play in our lives.

Man, it's only 115pm and I've already done quite a bit. I caught a matinee of Up In the Air this morning. This is, I believe, the first time I've gone to a movie theatre this year. All in all, it's a good movie. Clooney is great and some of the moments of folks losing their jobs and how corporate America is heartless in such matters, are actually quite moving. The writing suffers midway through as it's clear that they're temporarily abandoning a fairly strong/moving script to give you some Hollywood crap, but in the end, it's a good movie. A serious subject turned romantic comedy gets a bit perplexing, but it's better than most of the garbage out there nowadays. Fine, I can't say that because I don't see any of the crap, but it has to be. I then went to the record store to complete my Son Volt collection and overheard two questions that nearly brought on a brutal panic attack: "Do you have the deluxe version of the new Alicia Keys album?&qu

If "pics" and "photography" are not in the tabs section under the title, the photos included in a post are not mine. For example, in my post about 22 seconds ago, I included a shot of Brian Jonestown Massacre from Coachella. This is not my photo. If you scroll down to the Polk Street Pal you will see that those words are included as tabs, and thus, that adorable picture of that pup was indeed taken by me. Good afternoon.

Given a slew of reasons (fewer paychecks, preferring to sit at home and listen to records/read/take bubble baths, etc.) my nights out in rock clubs decreased pretty significantly in 2009. However, I do believe that this is temporary. There's still nothing as therapeutic and soul-grabbing as a live performance and 2010 will likely see me out much more. Like every year since 1993 or so, I was fortunate enough to see some amazing live shows. I'm probably forgetting some, but off the top of my dome, these are the most memorable: 1 Son Volt @ The Fillmore, San Francisco, CA, 12.9.09 2 Wilco & Okkervil River @ The Berkeley Theatre, Berkeley, CA, 6.27.09 3 Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band @ Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, NJ, 10.3.09 4 Brian Jonestown Massacre @ Coachella, Indio, CA, 4.18.09 5 Damien Jurado @ Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, CA, 5.5.09

As I continue to lean towards walking away from the game of baseball, I would like to bid farewell to my favorite Yankee of the past few years, Hideki Matsui. A true class act, gentleman, team player and incredibly clutch hitter. #55 will be missed. Good luck out west.