Bulgarian Mariachi

I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend. No tasks to accomplish, no guests from overnight, no school assignments. That sounds fun enough, but I suspect that without the structure, my apartment will devolve into a miniature scale Lord of the Flies, starring me and my cat. What will start out as a friendly game of chase will end up with us as warring tribe, battling it out across the length of the living room. It will conclude in the only way appropriate, when Octopussy rolls a boulder onto me, killing me in the process. If I'm going out, I'm going out to a formidable foe.

Since I have absolutely nothing of interest to share, how about a few music recommendations? I've made two acquisitions lately that have knocked my socks off. Acquisition the first: Shearwater, "Winged Life". I don't know who I could compare Shearwater to, so let's say a non-overrated Wilco. Awwwww, snap! I can't wait to see Wilco's next CD, "The Only Thing Cody Powell Is Qualified to Critique Is Generic Allergy Medication." Awwwww, snap again, but this time I did it to myself! No one is safe in the Powell/Wilco bloodfeud.

Acquisition the second: Devotchka, "How It Ends". This is some wild stuff, and in deference to my dad, I will compare them to a Eastern European Calexico. And if that means nothing to you, imagine a bunch of Bulgarians trying to play mariachi. Anyway, it's great. Even though the band is from America, every time I listen to it, I want to start plotting to overthrow the czar. Granted, that's my response to most music, but I mean it this time. Both of these CDs are available off of Emusic, so get an account and knock yourself out. Okay, I'm done here.