Well, why not? Why not embrace Jesus Jones as your pop savior all over again? Never mind that you likely haven't heard a peep out of Mike Edwards and crew since 1991's "Right Here Right Now". It's time to come back, and the band is making it easy for you to do just that. Edward's scratchy tenor and gift for penning catchy pop hooks has not dimmed one bit in the intervening years, the band - an outfit that can claim a member of the fabulous Waco Brothers, bassist Alan Doughty, among its ranks - continues to translate Edwards' sometimes-convoluted vision into great songs and the new record, "Already", is rich with potential hits. You need to have at least two copies: one for home use, one for automotive. Try the wistful "Top Of The World," the half-man/half-machine "Motion" and the idealistic "For A Moment" on for size. The website has all the materials you'll need to restart. You'll smile, you'll nod, you'll succumb.
 

Antoni Gaudí was in touch with parts of his mind most of us don't even have the resources to contemplate. The famed 19th-century Spanish architect - in the Passenger's humble estimation, one of few talents one can unequivocally call a visionary genius - is honored at Gaudí Central, a well-done tribute site. Read about his life, his analyses of the times he lived in, and above all, marvel at his breathtaking body of work. From the playful Casa Batlló to his unrealized designs for a New York City hotel, Gaudí's vision is as unique as a thumbprint, and swirls twice as much.
 

The art's all around you, my friend, and you didn't even know it. Art Crimes: The Writing On The Wall is more than a repository for street art (the page authors seem loath to call it "graffiti") and a gallery of artists (called "writers" for want of a better term). It is a story-in-progress, an uncompromising look into a genre most dismiss as self-serving or immoral. Art Crimes is full of startling and beautiful images from all over (links to notable sites are also provided), all of which serve several overlapping ends: they delight the eye, provoke the heart and stir the mind. Punk icon Jello Biafra once said that a nation faced with "tabloid journalism" had little choice but to turn to the artists to find out what was really going in. The only criminal aspect of this venerable craft is its adoption by street gangs; aside from that, it remains the raw, honest form of documentation that informed us well before television was even conceived.