Dear Matador Records:
The new Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks song was on the internet for a minute, but there's now a "404 error – file not found" message associated with the link on Mr. Malkmus's internet-based website. If I am posting the below track in error, please drop us a line and I'll remove the file post haste.
If it makes you feel better, we always encourage the readership to buy records (although, in fairness, that's usually kind of an embedded assumption; we're a little bit less explicit about consumerism these days than we have been in the past). More pointedly, we're encouraging the readership to buy Mirror Traffic on August 23. If the rest of the record is as good (and as snarky) as "Senator," we're all in for quite a treat. The blowjob references make me think about Bob Packwood (and, obviously, "Vanessa from Queens") in the best possible way. The classic Malkmus solo at the end makes me think about everything any of us ever loved about Wowee Zowee. So that's all good news.
In other news, it's been a fantastic week at Dick headquarters. Kevin is on the way to Canada as we speak. (This is good news not just because Kevin is out of the country, but because he'll be keeping us in the loop on all that NXNE noise.) The Dallas Mavericks managed to deny Mario Chalmers a ring. (Mario Chalmers is the smug bumwipe that we all dislike, right? Tough to remember all the losers in Florida. In other news, I am pretty sure that I made that happen with my brain; after I declared the impending Heat victory in this space, they won exactly zero games. You're welcome, Cleveland.) I had a fantastic meeting with my dissertation committee today (defending that proposal in early August, yo). Mrs. Citizen and I celebrated out ten year anniversary. Holy shit. Best week ever. In celebration of that tremendous half fortnight, Tupac meets The Doors. Word.