Your SAK correspondent’s put death on hold in favor of some First Class Rioting.

Your SAK correspondent has really wanted to post something about This Is Ivy League but they, well, haven’t been doing anything. ‘Til now! They have posted a cover of The Magnetic Fields’ “You And Me And The Moon” on their MySpace page for your daily intake of indie-popped downloadable sugar.

Let’s hope that with the Fall Semester under way at the Ivies these guys are taking a full courseload of writing and releasing some new material.

Golden Triangle (again tonight at Santos Party House):

Your SAK correspondent has been meaning to tell you about some fine DVD retail opportunities coming your way, and since you are likely stuck indoors on this downpourish Saturday it seems high time (of course, this info would only serve you well if you had already bought them and thus could currently watch them, but let’s overlook that for now).

David Bazan–Alone At The Mic

Thee Oh Sees–Thee Hounds Of Foggy Notion

Daedelus makes love, music to write columns to.

Your SAK correspondent, in an effort to be one of the cool kids, made a couple of pitches to Paper Thin Walls in the past few months, but they were rejected, and now it seems it was never meant to be.

PTW, whose editorial half was supposed to be the front end of a download store that simply never materialized (those must be some unhappy investors over at Getty), was done posting its regular content as of Friday last week (but had a characteristically smirky retrospective to go out on) but also has a minorly head-scratching best-of ‘08 addendum today.

For all the negative trends that PTW quietly escalated (chiefly indienet megasnark in their particular form of blogs linked to with piss-taking headlines), it was an editorially independent resource for legal, left field MP3s and, just as importantly, an intelligent, prose-deft ref on a field that, during PTW’s two year tenure, broadend so much as to be practically unplayable (they tore down the goalposts during SXSW’s PTW/Todd P ‘07 Throwdown).

At least we know we can continue to get our fix of Christopher R. Weingarten’s rhetorical wit over at his new home (and your SAK correspondent is not making this up) Jamd.