Speaking of icons, Johnny Cash died today. Tough times.

Speaking of iconoclastic icons, The Pixies are reuniting and touring next year with a possible studio album to follow. Mission to Burma, The Soft Boys, what next? Rhetorticaly, The Smiths.

Wouldn’t it be nice. (Oh wait a second. That one already happened and I missed it.)

In reverse order:

• The Hollies, Distant Light.
• Jerry Lee Lewis, The Session
• The Violent Femmes, The Violent Femmes

Yesterday, I played some songs and… stuff (This site officially becomes a blahg with that sentence). I have a lot of little things that I could write about — and several big thoughts floating at the periphery of consciousness — but I do not want to take the time to organize my thoughts. I am the White Rabbit.

An idol is an icon that has ceased to be an icon, being an allusion that has stopped alluding, a symbol that has fallen to a fetish.

GLORY be to God on high, and on earth peace, good will towards men. We praise thee, we bless thee, we worship thee, we glorify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great glory, O Lord God, heavenly King, God the Father Almighty.

O Lord, the only-begotten Son, Jesus Christ; O Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. Thou that sittest at the right hand of God the Father, have mercy upon us.

For thou only art holy; thou only art the Lord; thou only, O Christ, with the Holy Ghost, art most high in the glory of God the Father. Amen.