Seriously. I'm going to dedicate the rest of my afternoon to thinking of something to say. All I can think of it that today I'm having a minor medical procedure to clear up a problem which I'm told has caused "minor deafness." Perhaps this is why I've been so wrong about Van Morrison, but I don't think so.
Lazy blogging stand-by of filching news from Expecting Rain turned up this about Lucinda Williams and her father, Miller. Miller has a beer drinking soul.
Lu has recently been doing almost-solo shows, just her and sideman Doug Pettibone. Doing a bunch of new songs. Usually I would add "gee, I hope we get to see her here soon. That would so rock." But I've given up on that. She's not coming, y'hear? NEVER!