Getting ready to board the bird to the Windy City, where I’ll lend a hand at today’s Future of Music Coalition/Pitchfork/Public Enemy panel discussion. I’m hoping this results in hanging out with Chuck D after.
I’ll be tabling for FMC at the Pitchfork Fest through the weekend; I hear there’s some bands playing. Back in DC on Sunday night, just in time to roll into the busy workweek. Am I complaining? Nah. Just love those well-deserved weekends with the wife and cats in our new home, is all.
No links in this post, ‘cuz I’m moblile, as The Who once sang.
I’ll catch up witchall later, provided I don’t go down in a ball of flames. The flight number, 607, is the numerological equivalent of 13 — the kind of thing you notice when you have a fear of flying.
OK, gotta board now. Later.