Great, it's another one of those bands where I have to say that I don't really know anything about them nor do I listen to them outside of this one song. It's a shame that it's Interpol, I'm talking about, as I have heard other songs by them and they are not at all like this one and not at all nauseating. I generally associate the whole Joy Derivative group of bands with a bizarre urge to puke all over anyone in the vacinity.

But Interpol ain't half bad. I hear the singer is so cool he likes to smoke cigarettes while on stage, which sounds pretty wild if you ask me. (And Los Angeles totally harshes their mellow due to an indoor smoking ban!) These guys know how to rock.

I listened to this song a lot back when I was on methamphetamine (back in 'nam). It reminds me of being high as fuck and waving my arm out the car window at night, feeling the wind whip and caress my hands. Bandages (that infernal song) by Hot Hot Heat reminds me of doing the same thing, but during the day.

Ah, to be eighteen again.

Site Note: I didn't realize today was Day 100. That's pretty cool. I guess I should have written something special.