Willy Mason is just another young kid making folk music. Dime a dozen, right? Wrong.

Where The Humans Eat is the debut full-length from the Massachusetts-born musician, and it\'s pretty damn good for a rookie release. It\'s melodic and soft, and it churns my memories and thoughts of past years and good friends. It\'s hard to think that a kid almost ten years younger than me can create something that evokes this kind of reaction from me. After all, I\'m a hardened soulless douche bag, right?

I am a dork when it comes to wrestling. I dug it as a kid, and even got the opportunity to see Hulk Hogan beat Andre the Giant in a steel cage! But as I got older, I thought the funny and irreverent world of wrestling was something for children, so I left it behind with G.I. Joe and He-Man.

It\'s nice to know that, even with as much music as there is in the world, there are still bands creating new and unique albums. One of those bands is The Violettes. Their new, self-titled, 12-track LP is a sitar-dipped space rock album that cries out to be compared to the musical masses, yet manages to float away as its own, distinct thing.

Staff Member #716: I guess I\'ll start this review with one of the lower points of the night: During Mitch Hedberg\'s set, people in the audience started yelling out joke requests, and Mitch was doing them. Now, like any other Hedberg fan, I\'ve got some favorites that I wanted to hear. But up to that point, he was doing entirely new material (I had never heard it, at least).