I feel like Dunston from Dunston Checks In. We're staying at the International Student House in London right now, and apparently you have to pay to stay in your friend's room--our chap is the always gregarious George "Papa" Paschal. We paid the first night, and after some monkey business last night, we were roused from our beds by a Paul Reubens lookalike named "Nacho" who told us that we had to pay again or get out. He was informed of our presence by the psychotic maids that have nothing better to do than rat on people. They get paid to make the beds and take out the trash. Give me a break. So after jumping through flaming hula hoops and slaying the dragon of the Thames, we're back inside. Only problem is, most of the review material is on a computer locked in George's room. This is why I am currently quite perturbed. Oh, the trials and tribulations of a journalistic vagabond. So the Decemberists and EITS reviews are on hold, but I've got news and I've got the scoop from Monday night's NME showcase. But first, forget about the crud with this video from the master of stringed instruments and melodic whistling, Andrew Bird. Here he plays "Dr. Stringz" on "Jacks Big Music Show," a kids program for the Noggin Channel. It's great lighthearted amusement for the young at heart. We're trying to get to Bernacassim, Spain to see Bird in March. Probably gonna be a request for "Dr. Stringz."
You "keep that string music coming," Dr. Bird. It keeps me happy.
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