So it begins

First day at All Songs.

I didn't know what to expect, so I can't say I'm surprised or disappointed. Just somewhat challenged yet content. Its okay. I've got lots of unknown, even faceless CDs of singer-songwriter CDs to rifle through. Yet all I can do is listen to the new Arcade Fire, Explosions in the Sky or Modest Mouse singles.

My boss seems to like me just fine. We ate greasy pizza and talked. My face feels so oily.

In the coming future, you're going to see more actual music essays and criticism coming from this blog, but I'm physically/metnally settling in at the moment. I have orientation material and HARP magazine to read. Plus, God knows how many obscure and indie CDs.

Holla back.