As I awoke this morning on my parent’s living room couch to which I had fled for free heat and hours of TiVo, I had some time to think as I could not yet open my eyes or mouth. Encrusted with ocular boogers, I reflected on how much better we can really see ourselves when we can’t even see that much. I felt like saying something about it, but the unholy mixture of saliva, Black Label, High Life and halfheartedly applied Crest toothpaste had settled into a kind of mild adhesive that tasted like a very expensive cheese that took some acquiring to develop a palate for. Later on I was listening to some recent re-issues from the wizards at Seattle’s Light In The Attic Records. Of course, this brought me to thinking about what the experience is like to be a 27-year-old Caucasian in America on January 24, 2009. Judging by the little dance I did to this gem from Rodriguez, it might be very similar to the experience of a drug addled and overlooked Hispanic musical genius in Detroit in the early ’70s.

Rodriguez – Sugar Man

p.s. This is my first attempt at uploading an mp3 to the site, and I have a gut feeling I mucked it up. If you feel like downloading “Sugar Man” by Rodriguez (and trust me on this one, it is awesome), you can find it here, legal and everything.