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Those of you who live somewhere between Winston-Salem’s two Targets know that I’m a big fan of Jeffrey Dean Foster, a North Carolina musician who’s worked hard for every scratch on his guitar case, for every crumpled receipt from every small town gas station. If you’ve been lucky enough to catch him onstage this year (which could’ve been anywhere from Nashville to Chapel Hill to under the worn Amoco sign at The Garage downtown), then you totally understand why: because he plays the kind of music that can break your heart and/or buckle your knees all before the first chorus. Jeff has just announced that he has a new Mitch Easter-produced record (yes, that Mitch Easter of R.E.M. fame) coming out in November and he’s launched a Kickstarter campaign to help defray some of the costs of recording, mastering and manufacturing it. 
Clicking this link and contributing a few bucks will get you an advance digital copy of the new album, which is astonishingly good. It sounds like the kind of classic rock that played on the radio when cereal boxes had real prizes, when a Springsteen iron-on was the coolest thing going, when you’d gladly sweat on the hot vinyl of your front seat if it meant hearing the rest of *that* song. Jeff writes *that* kind of song. They aren’t the kind of songs that will save your life; they’re the ones that remind you why life’s worth saving. And who couldn’t use a little more of that?

Those of you who live somewhere between Winston-Salem’s two Targets know that I’m a big fan of Jeffrey Dean Foster, a North Carolina musician who’s worked hard for every scratch on his guitar case, for every crumpled receipt from every small town gas station. If you’ve been lucky enough to catch him onstage this year (which could’ve been anywhere from Nashville to Chapel Hill to under the worn Amoco sign at The Garage downtown), then you totally understand why: because he plays the kind of music that can break your heart and/or buckle your knees all before the first chorus. Jeff has just announced that he has a new Mitch Easter-produced record (yes, that Mitch Easter of R.E.M. fame) coming out in November and he’s launched a Kickstarter campaign to help defray some of the costs of recording, mastering and manufacturing it. 

Clicking this link and contributing a few bucks will get you an advance digital copy of the new album, which is astonishingly good. It sounds like the kind of classic rock that played on the radio when cereal boxes had real prizes, when a Springsteen iron-on was the coolest thing going, when you’d gladly sweat on the hot vinyl of your front seat if it meant hearing the rest of *that* song. Jeff writes *that* kind of song. They aren’t the kind of songs that will save your life; they’re the ones that remind you why life’s worth saving. And who couldn’t use a little more of that?

Smooth, So Smooth

My hot upstairs neighbor has gotten a puppy. I give it another 48 hours before I blurt out something stupid in the elevator, like “SO ARE YOU GETTING NEUTERED I MEAN THE DOG IS THE DOG GETTING NEUTERED, NOT YOU, YOU LOOK PRETTY VIRILE, NOT THAT I CAN TELL BY STARING DIRECTLY AT YOUR CARGO SHORTS LIKE THIS BUT I BET YOURE DOING OK DOWN THERE OK WELL THIS IS MY FLOOR GOTTA GO JUMP OUT MY WINDOW NOW”