I’ve been listening to some brash music to wake me up during my five-minute drive to work every morning. Lately it’s been Summer Romance by the New Bomb Turks. It works out well because I have to pull out onto the I-10 access road to get where I need to go, and sometimes the cars are hauling ass and I have to punch the gas to keep from getting clobbered. It’s a daily ritual.

A White Stripes mix a friend made for me ages ago has also found residence in my cd changer. There’s one song called I'm Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman that tends to do the trick.

The only problem with this brash music thing is that the drive is a measly five minutes, and by the time I get to work, I’m pumped up and ready to go. Go sit in my cubicle, that is.

In other news, I had a great time at the Saucer last night. Chris recently finished the 200-beer program and we’ll be celebrating his achievement on Wednesday. We're all very proud of him..

The Zeppelin dvd I got is pretty amazing so far. The rest of disc 1 rocks, but disc 2 is kind of spotty. The first tune, Immigrant Song, is a total let down. The film style is all shaky and it hardly looks like they’re playing what you’re hearing. And in later songs, Page tends to go on self-indulgent solos that don’t feel right.

But let’s face it. Page is a grandmaster. How the hell can I complain.