I’ve been stuck living the same day pretty much all week, from waking up at 4:56 to the sound of a bird orgy outside my window to passing the same lady walking her same twins on the same corner on the way home from work to still now being asleep at 2:30 as I lie in bed listening to Jimmie Reed.
It’s fucking mind-boggling, and driving me insane faster than slow. I’ve got a questionable weekend ahead of me. Actually, pretty much every weekend between now and the move is questionable, which is pretty depressing when you think about it.
Anyways, I could kiss
I was looking for a link to the Inky article about the
The Bowerbirds are a trio from Raleigh who I just found out was playing here last sat. night, which I’m kinda pissed I missed. They play a sort of folk-romp thing, a description I’m sure doesn’t do them justice (which is surely given them in
“In Our Talons” – The Bowerbirds
“My Oldest Memory” – The Bowerbirds
Pre-Order Hymns for a Dark Horse here. and what the hell, here’s Yves Montand singing about fucking! in English! The latter is pretty rare. The former is not at all.“Let’s Make Love” – Yves Montand
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