yay filk music!
I'm not particularly big on nostalgia, and most of the music I listened to in high school (cassette tapes! records!), I have long since removed from my life and memory.  That said, in my last year of high school, I stumbled across Firebird Arts and their selection of filk music and a woman named Leslie Fish.

I ordered, on a whim, a copy of Chickasaw Mountain.  I had to reorder the tape again, when I'd played it into the dirt.  And even that cassette has been dead for many years.  The songs in my brain, however, are not. 

Last night, after finding myself singing Mount Tam under my breath while revising, decided to look her up online.  It was late, I was easily discouraged, and I gave up all hope of finding another copy of Chickasaw.  I am no good at downloading or finding mp3s, so I just resigned myself to having the songs only in my memory. 

Sometimes, if you ask, the universe provides.

Received an email today from Prometheus music saying they're planning to put Mount Tam on CD. 
Go universe!

That's a nice way to start a too-early Saturday morning. 

Currently reading:  my own mangled prose.