Slurpees and Murder Record Club: Our Homes, Our Livestock, Even Our Children

What you are about to hear is... is, uh... it's definitely something.

I'm hesitant to try and spring it on you too quickly; I would describe this as an item that one should prepare oneself for, mentally. So let's you and I ease into it together, while I do my best to explain what we have on our hands here.

Slurpees and Murder Record Club: If This Be Madness, Then I Am Mad

Happy Louis Riel Day!



William McCauley - Riel: The Original Soundtrack (1979)
[composer bio | not easy to find this one when its record label is long defunct | there is one copy on eBay, though ]

It has very much been the theme of the Slurpees and Murder Record Club thus far that I've had to do some spade work to figure out just what in the god damn I am holding in my hands. This all predates me by a fair bit, but let me tell you what I've dug up.

Slurpees and Murder Record Club: Rock Was Out, Good Listening Was In

Good news, folks! Not only am I back from my week-long-ish jaunt out to Oak Lake (y'all remember Oak Lake), but I've also signed on to become one of the volunteer web editors for CM Magazine! Neat, right? Right!

I figure -- what with the columnist gig, weekly radio program, pair of blogs, prospective third site I intend to fix up and relaunch one of these days when I can justify buying my own webhosting, my secretive training to wreck some suckers, and the continued search for gainful employment -- you know, I just don't have enough to do. Gotta keep busy!

I've been lazy as late with this blog, however; most of its recent advancement has been as a content aggregator for everything else I've been doing, a cruel fate for my original internet meal ticket. And by now, if you already know to look here, here (most recently here), here and here, you probably don't need me to go on about my other output on this site too. So! I think it's high time to remedy the problem, get some exclusive content rolling around here, and give you fine folks a reason to drop by that doesn't involve the rest of my usual chicanery.