Email Newsletters: 
E-mail of the day award....
Goes to Ben from the always delightful band Farm, who writes:
Hey Casey,
I was reading your blog and. . . well, if you're going to, like, voluntarily "merge with the infinite" or something, can we have some of your mikes and recording stuff?
thanks man,
ben
In the instance of my untimely demise (most likely in a plane crash, as I fly to CA on Friday) Ben and co. are hereby the beneficiaries of my "recording stuff."
Jesus — do I sound that depressed? I'm just pissed off, for fuck's sake! If I was depressed I wouldn't bother blogging.
But thanks for the consideration.
Can I have your books and your girlfriend?
Posted by: Molly | Tuesday, June 20, 2006 at 08:33 PM
Can I have your soul patch?
Posted by: arthur | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 03:47 AM
Can I have YOUR Soul-GLo?
See you in a few days, Mr. Pop Star.
Posted by: casey | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 10:00 AM
How about your black sabbath records, man?
Posted by: bigbad | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 11:28 AM
Those suckers are all in the iPod now. I'm Mr. Digital!
But some of you might want to fight over the iPod, in case my plane plunges or the next Great San Fran Earthquake happens while I'm out there.
Posted by: casey | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 11:59 AM
ipod?
Posted by: bigbad | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 02:06 PM
Yeah, it's a weird little gadget that holds an obscene amount of music and some video. Side effects include decreased social skills and severe eye strain from watching episodes of "Lost" on a 2" screen.
Posted by: casey | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 03:38 PM
"Lost"
Posted by: bigbad | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 04:05 PM
"Lost?"
Posted by: bigbad | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 04:05 PM
Hey...you wanna go see Lez Zeppelin with us at the Fillmore Saturday night? It's their first SF show, and according to Mr. Marcus, they're very good. See you soon.
Posted by: arthur | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 04:35 AM
Casey, you should go, man. I heard they're a far out bunch of cats.
Posted by: bigbad | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 07:22 AM
Actually, I saw 'em. And I thought they SUCKED.
They butchered tunes most 15-year olds can nail.
Wow — they're girls. Whoopdy-do. I'm supposed to hold 'em to a different standard? I wouldn't care if it was just a lousy gimmick, like Judas Priestess or something. But LZ claim to "channel" the real Zep. And they fail miserably. Bonham rolls in his grave.
But maybe we'll still go. I hear they have a new singer, not like it matters.
Posted by: casey | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 12:55 PM
I dont want to sound like I'm anti-fun... It's just that Zep are a special band: fun, sexy, scary, complex, retarded, dangerous, sloppy, inventive, etc.
It makes me mad when so many people accept an extremely dumbed-down version (worse than most hair metal bands, and I lived through those years) just because it has boobs.
And don't call me a musical misogynist. I love Heart. Now those chicks can play some Zeppelin.
Posted by: casey | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 01:16 PM
Umm...yeah...I don't know. I've never seen 'em, but I thought it might be fun. I don't hold the Zep in that high esteem, so it's not going to trouble me as much...Gimme a call when yr in town...
Posted by: arthur | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 07:52 PM
Jeesh, don't let my Zeppelin rant put you off... I need you to be my sherpa through the acid casualties and eateries.
Posted by: casey | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 09:35 PM
I'd be your sherpa any day.
Posted by: arthur | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 05:59 AM
Oh, Lez zep! I thought arthur was trying to be funny. Like, The real zep was playing at the filmore circa, 1969. I can't stand tribute bands, myself.
Posted by: bigbad | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 11:36 AM