I know, I know.  National Online Kidney Stone Awareness Month seems to have been going on for at least twice that.  Maybe even more.  But it’s almost over!

After working her way through the bureaucratic nightmare that is the American Healthcare System (and in fact even “moving to Denver” to qualify for the “non-emergency surgery” that she needed to “not lose her kidney”), Autumn is finally stone free!  Gifts of congratulations can be sent to PO Box 462006, Aurora, CO, 80046, c/o Brian Cutaia.

Anyway…there’s only one last tiny detail to be tended to.  After the surgery, the doctors had to insert one final stent into Autumn’s ureter.  She had the option to either have the stent removed later in one last operation, OR receive a stent with a string attached…one which she would need to pull out herself a few days later.  So, needless to say, she currently has a string hanging out of her urethra.  Monday night, we’re gonna get her really drunk and yank that sucker out.  Basically, my girlfriend is a badass.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Last night I discovered that my crappy old cover of Nothing Compares 2 U (from my first album…available free/now/here!) had somehow ended up on a “blog” post celebrating the 50th birthdays of Madonna, Michael Jackson and Prince.  I have no idea where these people found my version, but they jammed it straight into a list of 49 other Prince covers.  The part that sucks?  The list is full of well-produced, nice-sounding songs by actual accomplished artists:  Damien Rice, Sex Mob, Foo Fighters, Beck, etc…and then “cutaia.”

Interestingly enough, the out of place lack of capitalization in my name indicates that they at least spent a little time at my site, so it seems that they would have noticed that I’m not famous enough for their readers to care about.  In a way, it’s slightly embarrassing.  I imagine people going through the list, rocking out and such, only to suddenly find themselves in a full on lo-fi assault by one of the first songs I ever recorded.  Actually, now that I think about it, this isn’t embarrassing at all…it’s hilarious!

It does warrant mentioning, though, that technically my version of the song can’t really be called a “Prince cover,” as I specifically covered Sinéad O’Connor’s cover of the song…even keeping her changes to the lyrics to prove it.

Oh well.  What can you do?