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I thought this was an interesting comparison. Below is a version of my Murky bathroom picture with a flash. Below that, the original version (without a flash). Whole different feel to the photo, especially with that blue wall.

From PC World:

Apple doesn't make it easy to employ your IPod to duplicate your music collection on both your work and home PCs, but you can do it. If you have a Windows machine, simply plug in your IPod, find it listed in Windows Explorer, and make sure your machine can view hidden files.

Open the 'IPod_Control' folder and copy the 'My_Music' folder to your PC. Import those tracks into ITunes and put them in order there. Select Edit, Preferences, and choose the Advanced tab. Select a location for your music library by clicking the Change button, and then check Keep iTunes Music folder organized.

As requested, here are some more concert pics.

This is Inara George. She is very pretty and stylish, although I don't know if you can tell this from the picture. It's soft focus (read: blurry). She wore a black top that you could see her bra through. She kind of had a retro-vintage style going on, with a 20s flair.

One thing I liked about her was that she sipped white wine throughout the performance. It's classier than coming on stage swilling a brewski — not that you really expect class at a rock show.

Her music was slow and pretty. Mazzy Star meets Juliana Hatfield, maybe? I would have enjoyed it more in a different setting, since I was eager to see Idlewild.

Here's another shot of Roddy, looking sensitive. I was thinking that he must have started that grabbing-the-mike thing as a nervous habit to hide his face in the beginning and then he just got used to it.

Ekrobi's account of the show reminded me of the weirdo guy who kept giving robotic compliments. My favorite was “You rock very much,” to which Roddy said that was the weirdest compliment he'd ever received. After the first song, the robot said “That was a good song.” To which Mr. Woomble replied, “Yeah, we wrote that one.”

After flying from Vermont to Cleveland to DC, I went to go see Idlewild at the Black Cat.

Good show, even though they played a weird selection of songs. Mostly stuff from their previous album, not their new one.

The irksome part of the concert was the fact that there was this chick behind me who was thrashing and screaming the entire time. In between songs, she'd scream at wee Roddy Woomble to take off his knickers. And then she bumped into me a thousand times (she actually apologized several times, but they were drunken apologies that didn't really change her behavior at all). Aside from that, she shook her hair back and forth so that I could smell her shampoo and screamed requests at the top of her lungs. I would have told her to shut up, but her boyfriend (who, at times, could be just as obnoxious by screaming “Robby”) was about six foot eight. And I'm not exaggerating at all. Six foot eight and probably 300 pounds.