Quack!

Pack, of "Make Way for the Ducklings" fame, has been stolen by some heartless asshole. 

My mom used to read that book to me all the time when I was little (dramatic foreshadowing of my move across the country?), so I'm super sad to see one of the cute little statues snatched out of the Public Garden (pictured left with my friend Jillian).

Bring Pack back!

I don't blame you, I'd do the same thing, I get lonely, too

Here's the thing about me:  I really, really love Jenny Lewis. Like, passionately.

She's funny and smart and pretty and makes pretty fucking fantastic music. And despite meh reviews of "Acid Tongue," I think it's a great record with some pretty sweet tunes that embody Jenny's solo sound:  late 60's California alt-country, ah la Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris.

So it's with a very heavy heart that I saw the listings for Jenny's summer tour - not one stop will be anywhere near my scatter plot summer destinations.

Get the listings here.