A bunch of the same ol' same ol'. One notable exception: David Bowie's Heathens disc. My next door neighbor burned one for me, and I liked it better than I had expected. No killer track, but lots of interesting sounds. Hangs together pretty well as an album. Sounds better at night, for some reason.

It was one of those strange conversations like what JC was talking about last week. This neighbor was talking about how much he likes this recent Bowie album, and I say, "Yeah, I kinda lost interest in him after the 70s." And he looks at me like I have two heads. Come to find out, he was unaware of David Bowie having a career prior to "Let's Dance." This is a 38-year-old suburban white guy I'm talking about. Very odd.

So we start talking some more about music, and he's talking about Cake, Big Head Todd, and a few other things...so I bring up Wilco. He's never heard of them. Again, this is the Chicago suburbs we're talking about here. He has no clue who I'm talking about. The very next day, there's a 5-column-wide photo of them on the front page of the Tribune's Arts section.

So now I don't know whether to burn him an Alladin Sane disc, or a Wilco sampler. I guess I better do both.