Gentle Reader(s), I know you're not going to believe this, but this week I'm afeared I've got nothing to blather on about. Incredible, I know, but sometimes these things happen. It is, in fact, Thursday night as I write this but I am not manning my usual post at Ye Olde Matador Bar & Lounge. Instead, I am here at home, telling you that I have nothing to tell you. The reason I'm here at home instead of slaving over a hot laptop in the crepuscular gloom below Galisteo Street is that I am heading out of town in a day's time, bound for Ink South in New Orleans for my usual autumnal residency. Much to organize before my departure. Despair not, for I shall return in a month's time and DJ Inky's Matador Playlist will return as well, like a bad (and now extinct) penny. In the meantime you can access the latest iteration by clicking RIGHT HERE! Happy Fall, one and all.