It's raining and there's no more college football for you. NO MORE.

I've revamped the Harmon Kardon turntable and have been seeking out new copies of my favorite all time records. These ain't MP3 kids, this is the real deal and it's HEAVY as a motherlode.

So heavy you can't lift the needle cause it's sucked onto the black wax vortex vacuuming up big volume.

If you don't see me at Everyday Music, Millenium, or Green Noise, check out these places where the noise comes down Saturday:

Mt. Tabor - ZEKE, man. It's been awhile since I've run into these Seattle speedsters.

Satyricon - 800 Octane. You've heard the name, have you seen the band?

Slabtown - Candy Strippers - seem to recall them from some flyer, but you gotta love the name, huh?

After the Ducks-we-shall-never-speak-of-this-again Thursday, I'm totally exhausted. But once the Five o'clock whistle blows I may have some juice left.

Friday of course - Fred and Toody's new machine PIERCED ARROWS headline with PURE COUNTRY GOLD at SLABTOWN.

Then go out to breakfast. But not the Tin Shed. Or Kenny and Zukes. And don't crowd my sidewalk as you wait in the rain at 'Gravy' while I'm walking my dog either.

Sunday, the Vikes take on Oakland. again, a team minus a quarterback. See a pattern Charlie Brown?