I'm a lasagna boy!

Because they were real squirrels!

Second coffee of the day, and I'm listening to Shellac of North America. Who described this band as surgically-precise rock & roll?

I mean, goddammit, I miss the Lounge Ax.

Although I don't have a definitive database (and iCal spiffiness) like Greg, I recall having seen Shellac in many memorable places (and at memorable times: the Sunday morning church service). And having eaten fish an' chips with sundry members. I like their frank Q & A sessions, their spare on-stage presence, and the fact that they sing a song against itself.