The stars have finally aligned, sports fans! You can delete my queries about Carrie Biell because I have found her after a ten year search. I should say that my buddy at KEXP radio, Tom Smith, found her. Well, maybe a friend of Tom’s. Or a friend of Tom’s friend. Ach! It doesn’t matter. The important thing that she is found. The other important thing is that she is writing again and has already jumped back into the deep end of the musical pool.
That’s right. You! You, the Incipian Heed, the Flaccid Peni, the Ego Centered! You, the ones who are always talking about how much they know about music and fart facts in concentric circles. You, who complain that there is no good music anymore while listening incessantly to the decades-old— music which by all rights should have been put to bed long ago but instead is held high by listeners who stopped listening as examples of what music used to be. Well, you can kiss my Rival Sons-loving ass! All of you who don’t know that band, pucker up.
Bullseye Records of Canada
