After fretting and feeling restless and ill for the whole of last week, the system went on a music regimen, the best and the last refuge of all sickness and fucked up states.

We began with old guitar heavy folks, like Frank Zappa, that mad SOB. Only Zappa could make lyrics like "Broken hearts are for assholes" or "My guitar wants to kill your mamma" and carry on making these futile doses of melodrama we seem to dish out to each other,sound funny and ironic. Which when one thinks of it, it is!

And then his "Watermelon in Easter Hay" is one of the finest aching guitar solo orchestrations ever performed.

A new and very good discovery was Eva Cassidy, a cover song singer. Beautiful voice reinventing old standards like "Bridge over troubled water". Too bad she is dead 8 years now, of bone cancer to hear more from her.

K.D.Lang is also a good songwriter and singer. Happened upon her when I saw her featured in the latest ad for Audi. "Anywhere but here", even with it's pop overtones, is a good song, especially for driving around and around the block. Britney Spears, babe rather than discuss your virginity or the lack of thereof, listen to the masters like Lang, bitch!

Lucinda Williams "Essence" is another superb record we heard. Somone called those songs, "gorgeous anti-lullabies". Pretty accurate. This sister got the goods.

Till then we will shoot up this shit into our nerves and await George Clinton, the father of funk, to take Atlanta in the first week of August.