Ahoy, all. I've had a number of things I've been meaning to put up here in the past several days, but I'm finding myself in a particularly busy period at the moment. Between the demands of the The Job and the responsibilities of being a Dad, I've not had nearly as much time as I'd like to devote to ruminating here about long-lost 7" singles by third-rate hardcore bands from the mid-80s or compiling an exhaustive list of great, since-closed Manhattan record stores (that one's coming, though). Exclusively for that elite coterie of folks who crave a more dependable fix of my ham-fisted attempts to master the written word, may I invite you to steer your browsers here. For my organization's MySpace page, I write a daily entry intended to whet the appetite of our audience in terms of each successive day's bill of fare. Should you care to see what sort've material dominates the large part of my waking hours, please click accordingly.
I promise to be back shortly with more of the variety of churishly inane, gristle-laden content you've come to expect from Flaming Pablum. Stay tuned, as they say.
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