Beulah and John Vanderslice in Montreal, October 20th. Count me in - I missed John last time he was in town (with Spoon), and won't be so unwise again; especially if he's accompanied by the sunny California popsters. (Beulah is like the Delgados, but tanned.) Too bad the new Beulah record, Yoko, is so lacklustre. They tried to do something "different," and when "run-of-the-mill"="fun fun fun," "different" is bound to suck.

Watched half of the Radiohead documentary Meeting People is Easy last night, before the video cut out. Argh: I wanted to see a breakdown, dammit! All I got was foreshadowing and lengthy art shots!

The new Clientele record is driving me wild. It's everything I was supposed to like in the Eighties (ie, the sad, velvet rock of Felt, The Smiths, a touch of Joy Division), but haven't (so far). If I can spare a few moments, I'll try to whip out a review. Too bad the new Warsawpack is so disappointing: the political fire is still there, but that's the problem. They seem stuck in the same place they were last year - and the rabid anti-globo post-911 stuff, so unabashed and explicit, feels rather belaboured in 2003.

Things I am liking and listening to lotsandlots:
The Clientele: The Violet Hour
Four Tet: Rounds
Ron Sexsmith: Cobblestone Runway
Leonard Cohen: Best Of (yes, it seems I have finally discovered the good Leonard Cohen, the stuff that doesn't make me gag like tepid porridge. This shit is hot!)