Cram the info into cracks.
Crushes what I knew before.
Crude re-invention.

I saw on Rantinrogue's blog a list of music. Its my release. Better than beer. Well, when there is no beer. Or Booker's.
But thinking of music, I think of course, of the name of this blog, which comes from Frank himself in a song titled, Packard Goose.
He's perhaps the one artist I never saw that I wish I had. I was set to go to his "Jazz From Hell" tour way back when, and a test in some class dictated otherwise. (When did that ever stop me?) I figured what the hell, I will see him next time he comes around, and of course he never toured in the United States again. He went and visited Vaclav Havel in Czechoslovakia and gave a concert and speeches among other things, with his tour, "The Best Band You've Never Heard in Your Life" and was diagnosed with colon cancer shortly thereafter. So much for smoking lettuce, ay Frank?
In the event anyone is ever in the Milwaukee area, though, there's a sweet little venue that has some highly righteous acts come through, by the name of Shank Hall, which originally was a fictious venue from "This is Spinal Tap" and ambitious entrepreneur took it upon himself to open up a club of the same name. I've seen some pretty groovy acts there, such as Ozric Tentacles, Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush, and Wishbone Ash. Of course it doesn't hurt that the club happens to be in the heart of Beer country in WisconSIIIIIIIIIIN.