Zach Oooh!n
Traced and torn somewhere just outside.
That "Rocket Boy" song at the end of the new Jets to Brazil album is just about the worst thing I've ever heard. Oh my god. Like ten minutes long. Never fucking ending, and bad bad bad. The rest is quite pleasant to listen to, though never again will Orange Rhyming Dictionary be matched by mister shwoereowerwoherwhback.
Excellent to see this weekend: Quinn, Michelle, Mast, Scoot, Greg Statique, Jason, Mast's new girlfriend (who passed the test by not being all snotty when I said "So you went to the University of Chicago, eh?", which most people either scoff pretentiously or agree with vigor yet she just sorta shrugged and went "yeah" which is just about the perfect answer); Jason's new flame, some dudes I'd never met and will never again, and my mom's dog Emma. Something else that I won't talk about. Yet.
Go you Angels!
Next five: Anything from Richard Buckner's Impasse LP
Traced and torn somewhere just outside.
That "Rocket Boy" song at the end of the new Jets to Brazil album is just about the worst thing I've ever heard. Oh my god. Like ten minutes long. Never fucking ending, and bad bad bad. The rest is quite pleasant to listen to, though never again will Orange Rhyming Dictionary be matched by mister shwoereowerwoherwhback.
Excellent to see this weekend: Quinn, Michelle, Mast, Scoot, Greg Statique, Jason, Mast's new girlfriend (who passed the test by not being all snotty when I said "So you went to the University of Chicago, eh?", which most people either scoff pretentiously or agree with vigor yet she just sorta shrugged and went "yeah" which is just about the perfect answer); Jason's new flame, some dudes I'd never met and will never again, and my mom's dog Emma. Something else that I won't talk about. Yet.
Go you Angels!
Next five: Anything from Richard Buckner's Impasse LP
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