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Another post from the abyss. Can someone hand me down a light?

But seriously, more great news from the music world. The Spin Doctors are finally releasing a new album with the original lineup! They promised this after their reunion at the September 7, 2001 show at Wetlands in NYC (which turned out instead of being "one" of the last to THE last show thanks to 9/11). By the way, I have copies of this show if anyone is interested. But I have digressed. The new single is available for download. It's a really nice acoustic number that's a departure from their funky jam-band popularity but not so much a departure for those of us who have remained fans even through the whole transitional periods and Chris Barron losing his voice to be told he'd never speak again, much less sing.

Yeah, I'm a fan boy.

Things are going well and extremely busy. We're going ahead with the second government access channel in Plymouth. Installation begins July 1 and the channel will go live on September 1. I feel very accomplished on this one. Yeah, sure, it was granted in our franchise agreement, but still the fact that I've been able to stimulate enough interest in our one channel to get enough programming coming in to need the extra capacity is very fulfilling. I likes me the first amendment in use by ordinary folks. That's what makes PEG access great!

And live feed from Town Hall is great, too, because people get to see their government in action as it happens.

And still I am addicted to Crimson Moon. We're banking up energy for a massive assault for RoF! Woot! By the way, I noticed I had one more referral than I remember happening. Did perhaps one of you sign up? If so, please let me know so I don't go slaughtering you accidentally. If I already did, I apologize. I didn't know it was you.

On that note, I'm off to hack and slash and socialize with my clanmates. Then I'll call my dad while Kathy hacks and slashes and socializes with the clan.

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And this is why I love The Decemberists. With lyrics like these that tell a story, how could I not?

The Mariner's Revenge Song

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for one cruel deed
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)