I know you were all looking forward to my continued series entitled "Jenny continues to gush over a band that I've never freaking heard of and when will she shut up already," aka "You should really be listening to The Slip." But I know when I've been beaten, and I'm happily conceeding this race to Mr. Sam Gustin, who has written a review of Eisenhower (did I mention you should buy it?) that hits the nail on the head so hard it hurts.

I wish very much I'd written this myself, but of course could never have. Sam knows the boys in an entirely different way: as a musician, as a traveling partner, and as a stunningly devoted fan who has embraced their entire ethos and evolution. He's as in love with Eisenhower as I am, and hears the same influences and ambitions I do. Yes, the Beatles! I told you so. We both dearly want this album to succeed, he's just managed to say it more eloquently that I could have ever hoped to. It's very much worth your while:

Reasons 4 through 100 why The Slip is the best band you've never heard of.

No, outside of anxiously awaiting my Amazon.co.uk package containing Eisenhower (heh), nothing much else is new. We're heading out to Bath this weekend with some friends who have just moved from the States for our first road trip in England. No I am not driving (thank GOD). We're going to stop at Stonehenge on the way back and play tourist. Work continues, and we're all set for New Year's Eve in San Francisco. We've ordered our turkey and ham for Thanksgiving (6 people + teeny oven = need for two meats). It's cold out. You know...November.