Despite the fact that I was horrified by his on-stage drunkenness at the Bowery Ballroom show back in August, I remain a dedicated fan of Craig Finn. He's a brilliant lyricist. I'm grading papers and listening to a mix that I made for my Aunt's birthday. While meant as a testament to my love for this auntie, I think it might be more of a testament to my obsessions with Craig Finn and Chuck Prophet. It has this Lifter Puller song on it. It's a great one: Back in Blackbeard: first the guys)it's not right to blame the guys who had the fights tonightlet's blame the girls that love the guys that like to fightand don't blame the guys who did the drugs tonightlet's blame the girls who love the guys who live the druggy lives (and now the girls)it's not right to blame the girls who had the fights tonightlet's blame the guys that love the girls that like to fightand don't blame the girls who did the drugs tonightlet's blame the guys who love the girls who live the druggy life (and mom and dad)don't blame your daughter's downfall on her dancindon't blame your baby's binging on the bass binsblame the boredom, blame the basements (jenny looks on the brightsideshe said i never saw the sunrise before i met all you guysand now i've done it on the d-line and bathed in all your basslinesand i still ain't died, or have i?) vampire fangs for bitin into cellophane bagswasted on red, white and blue and the american flagand the maple leaf ragyou're the star of every single afterbarthe condescending host to the post-game interviewblowin smoke in the post-show afterglowrubbin up against the radioyeah stranded on the couch with the super marioand the papercut tounge from lickin on the centerfolds