Just a little behind

I think I got a little too caught up in the book stuff for the past few weeks. It's the only logical reason for me to ignore the new episodes of "Trapped In The Closet" sitting on my DVR for a few weeks, and the episode of Metalocalypse from Sunday. It's unforgivable, and I know it. Those matters were rectified this evening - I'm not sure they lived up to the anticipation, although it was good to see Mike Keneally in the vocal credits for a cartoon that allowed a metal band to turned crazed criminals loose on the world after a fireworks-show-cum-execution.

That sounds a little more disturbing once I type it out.

I've also got the new Meshell Ndegeocello disc sitting in my hot little hands, taunting me with unlistened potential. Ndegeocello might be the one artist I'll buy every album from for her entire career - beyond the exceptional musicianship and songwriting, there's an unpredictability to each recording. Click the website link for a quick visual example; you'll never be able to click on her past. From New Jack (Jill?) Swing to funk rock to Mitchell-esque acoustic to hip-hop and go-go to straight-up jazz (and that's just the solo career - don't forget about the math-jazz of Steve Coleman), she's experimented and succeeded with so much. I'll post a more in-depth review tomorrow if I get the chance to give it a good listen. The only thing I know for certain is that I'll be reaching for the bass more often this week - she's that inspiring.