I need to stress how difficult it is for me to select ONE band a week I want to highlight. To effectively portray the mess this weekly decision inflicts upon my brain, I want to begin this week with a short rap on the subject. Wanna hear it, here it goes:

Indie bands, everywhere

In my ears, my nose, my hair.

Your effect on mama (me) can be rather grand

You stick to my brain like a grain of sand

Or salt, or sugar

Or dirt, or butter

This whole discussion

Reminds me of supper.

So let’s avoid the technicality

Of certain substances that stick to me

The bottom line, my friends and foes

Is I can feel my music in my toes

Is that bad? Do I have a disease?

Some good music even makes me sneeze.

I ask “hey, can I have a tissue please?

The current song seems to appease.

These here jams run through my bones

My marrow, my eyebrows, and my scones

My take-out Chinese noodles and hamburgler phones.”

Say, I’m hungry, so I’ll end this now

My life is engrossed and filled with wow

Whenever you’re around

I’m so damn happy

So please forgive me …

If I don’t select you this week. (That was crappy.)

Chow.