Well, hello. In the midst of doing melodic research for a project, and I'm constantly amazed at how great Temple Of The Dog actually were. My God. Too bad they were a one-shot deal, a Seattle supergroup (crafted from the remnants of Mother Love Bone after Andy Wood's tragic death, with Stone Gossard, Mike McCready, and Jeff Ament mere nanoseconds from forming Pearl Jam with background vocalist Eddie Vedder; Soundgarden's Chris Cornell screeches and scorches like the god he is. Then you've got Matt Cameron, who kitted for both Soundgarden and Pearl Jam--it was all one big, happy family) kickin' much ass between stints in future myths. I might have to spin this bitch one more time.

I'm on the fence about buying the new Bob Woodward book. On the one hand, its reportage should be sterling. On the other, it's Bob Woodward, and that turkey-headed shitbagger couldn't write crackling prose if Dorothy Parker, Truman Capote, Ben Hecht, and Mark Leyner crawled inside his body for a Bacchanalian orgy and spawned a race of super scribes who each took turns possessing his typing fingers.