I've got to relay some tragic news. David has finished the compound and will no longer grace us with his presence (at least for the forseeable future). On a positive note, he did say anyone who reads his manifesto is permitted entry into his personal shangri-la. So I'm tipping my forty of O.E. in his honor and retiring his black turtleneck to the mannequin I set up in his place. But hey, the music is still too compelling to stop so I'll be bringing you fresh produce for a soft landing, including Ra Ra Riot (if you don't know 'em you should), Bill Baird, The Crookes and the semi-local Elsinore as well as tracks from Blind Pilot, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, Built To Spill and Broken Social Scene among others. Who said boys don't cry (yeah that's foreshadowing).