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Organization Man

Hey Soul Mates,
I've spent the past week deconstructing and reconstructing my office space. It's actually an office and there's actually space. Amazing. I'm becoming addicted to a place called the Container Store. Thanks to the help of Star Hansen (see
Simplified Spaces), I'm getting hecka organized. Years of paperwork and lyrics filed into archives. The music collection actually looks like one, rather than a bunch of moving boxes filled with CDs. My basses are going to have a real home. It's like clearing clutter from your brain. You don't realize how much junk you own until a third party says, "Hey, what are you keeping that for?" I'm quite excited about it, because I'll be able to get back to writing music after this project is done.

While doing all of this cleaning however, I've been listening to two more very good new LPs that are out. The White Stripes doing more of their dirty blues on Icky Thump and Paul McCartney giving the people what they want on Memory Almost Full. I'm not as enamored of Icky Thump as I was of the Stripes previous barnburner Get Behind Me Satan, but it's compelling. Especially the last 5 numbers. On the other hand, Macca's MAF is superior to his previous disc Chaos and Creation. But both of these new CDs are highly recommended. This is shaping up to be the best year for new music of the decade. The Arctic Monkeys and Amy Winehouse are still in heavy rotation on my iPod. There are a lot of really good singles out there, too. I'm truly grooving to Justice's
D.A.N.C.E. Dig that video.

Back to work!
Love, Power, Peace

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