Drew and I played Heather's grad party last night. Our most enthusiastic listeners were under eight years old, and requested Old MacDonald. I forgot the words.

We're still having trouble on the name front. We decided to go with Beach Party Blockade for the time being. It still might be too verbose, but we'll get it eventually.

Sufjan Stevens on his latest album Illinois sings best on the more blatantly folksy ballads. In "John Wayne Gacy Jr." he sings something like "they were boys, with their cars, summer jobs," and than gorgeously high, "oh my Go-ee-o-ee-o-ee-od," and you believe it. Also there's plenty of great horn melodies, and flutes, and strings, which appeals to the arranger side of me. A word I said to Tyler I wanted my album to be was "heterogeneous," and this album is certainly that. So for sure, check it out.

Some song titles I came up with the other day:

Priceless Wings
You Make it Hard (Not to Ignore You) [too suggestive?]
Arctic Speeds: The Genuine Article

-Max