John and I have this Wednesday tradition of cooking dinner and watching a movie. We take turns picking the movie, which is interesting to say the least, because we have such very different taste most of the time. Anyhoo, last night we went out and saw FOUND Magazine's Slapdance Across America tour 2004. Giggling genius good time. Peter Rothbart was filling in for his brother Davy, FOUND creator, who was on Letterman last night. I have such a stage-presence crush on him - or at least I did, until I went up with my crumpled $20 to buy the book and couldn't think of anything cute to say to him. I am thrilled that he did a cover of one of the Ypsilanti All-Starz's finest.
Then this morning I pulled over on my way to work to pledge to WEFT during my favorite show, Up and Atom Bomb. They needed three more callers by 8:00 and I couldn't resist. Then they played this lovely calm image-filled song and it turns out it was James Taylor. I have never in my life liked a James Taylor song (one that he sings, anyway - the stuff he wrote for Working is gorgeous). Who knew.
