The Frisco Kid

Okay. A few things have happened in the past three weeks that have made posting here an impossibilty. The most relevant: Utter laziness, brought on by a dangerous mixture of subsaharan summer heat outside my apartment, a burger- and beer-filled jaunt to the west coast, and a carb-killing diet of epic proportions.

The important news is that during a two-day stopover in San Francisco, I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Scott Tinetti of Insomnia Radio. The finished product, which Scott lovingly condensed into 59 minutes from two booze- and laughter-filled hours (and paired with six songs that sound suspiciously like my favorite band and yet aren’t), can be heard here, and I apologize in advance for coming at ya so intensely — I hadn’t eaten, and as a result had become blind drunk by the end of the session. As a tribute to Scott’s fine work, I will now reveal, per a question he asked during the interview, my definitive list of the Top Seven Debut Albums by Indie Bands:

1. Pavement, Slanted and Enchanted
2. My Bloody Valentine, Isn’t Anything
3. The Pixies, Surfer Rosa
4. The Smiths, The Smiths
5. The Stone Roses, The Stone Roses
6. Archers of Loaf, Icky Mettle
7. Joy Division, Unknown Pleasures

Also-rans: R.E.M., the Wedding Present, Superchunk, Ride, the Smashing Pumpkins, the Breeders, the Strokes, Interpol, the Shins, the Arcade Fire, and the Silversun Pickups. And there are probably others that I’ve overlooked. Sue me.

I apologize if this is a local concern, but Duane Reade, the biggest drug store chain in NYC, puts customers’ products in see-through plastic bags. This is all sorts of terrible. Not that I’ve ever had to purchase Tucks or Preparation-H — but can you imagine? You’d think that a store selling such sensitive products would be aware of a customer’s desire for privacy.