a tale of two alice in wonderland's
(andy, this album fucking rocks)


yesterday afternoon, hannah and i made a trip to best buy. my most anticipated album of the year had been released tuesday, and up until last evening, i had not had a chance to make it to the new, easily accessible best buy. the best buy that is not all the way on 280. the best buy that will make my finding music a lot less time consuming. we traveled to best buy with the prime objective being to pick up the new blood brothers record, young machetes. i thought it might be fun to get something for hannah too. her dora "cd" was due back at blockbuster last night, so i started asking her if she might be interested in a new movie. of course, she was. so, before picking up my cd, we went to the disney/kid's movie section and started looking around. hannah was in heaven. all around her were movie boxes that caught her attention and she tried to talk me into buying anything from a curious george movie to dora to diego to little einstein's to winnie the pooh to several disney movies we already have at home thanks to maine. so, i decided that i would pick out a couple and let her choose. i picked her up and started making up my mind when she said, "what's that?". that was alice in wonderland, the head-trippy disney movie that i knew she had not seen yet. i told her the name and she was immediately excited, probably because the first two words in the title sound a lot like one of her aunt's names, allison. so, we picked alice in wonderland, no problem. i got blood brothers, and we were off to the house for hannah to take her first trip down the rabbit hole.

i didn't realize 'til this morning that i was in for a trip myself. i spun through young machetes twice while working out, and it hit me that one of the things that i really like about the blood brothers is that they make no sense. at least on the surface. a trip down blood brothers lane is just like falling down a rabbit hole into a david lynch movie. i am sure they are ranting and venting about something topical and relevant, but it is entirely up to you, the listener, to decipher what the hell they are talking about. it will not be spelled out for you. and i love that. streams of lateral associations of tangential ideas screamed, sung, and talked to you over the top of music that is ripping, spastic and dancy all at the same time. i have waited for this album for months now, and it is a joy to know that i am not disappointed in the slightest. i won't waste too much time on it here today, but you'll hear more about it later. because unless brand new or some band unexpectedly pulls a rabbit through the looking glass, this will be my album of the year.

a side note while i'm on the subject of escapism: there are plenty of lost bloggers out there that will spend much more time on dissecting the series, show by show, so i don't know if i'll comment on each episode. but, after last week's roaring return, this week reminded me of how frustrating watching this show can be. sure, it was good. i am glad i watched it. but nothing really happened. i know, we got to see what happened to sayid and his crew on their ill-fated rescue attempt, but did we really need an episode of sun flashbacks to understand that she's been a liar since she was a kid? i mean, even if she was, doesn't every kid bite their own arm and then blame it on their brother or sister? just because she blamed the maid for breaking the ballerina doesn't necessarily excuse everything she's lied to jin about, does it? oh well, the episode wasn't horrible, but here's hoping next week puts the peddle back to the metal of finding out what happened after the hatch exploded.