I WANT TO FEEL THE ROAD OF TAR BENEATH THE WHEEL NAMED EXTINCTION!
It's clearly summer because I've been listening to Trome le Monde again, maybe more than last time (which is hardly possible). I've read a lot of reviews that criticize its hard, shiny morning-after production, inaccessible amounts of noise and lyrics about space, but for some reason it really hits the spot with me. There's nothing more suitable for hot, sunny days than loud, noisy music: Sonic Youth, Pixies, and Smashing Pumpkins records abound.
I'm glad that it's finally really summery again. I have a pretty general, hard to explain happiness about, oh, everything at the moment. At least that's what I think it is. Summer projects, paychecks, sunglasses, parties. The library, walks down Wightman, beautifully dressed people with whom to consort. What, am I living in The Mysteries of Pittsburgh?
It's clearly summer because I've been listening to Trome le Monde again, maybe more than last time (which is hardly possible). I've read a lot of reviews that criticize its hard, shiny morning-after production, inaccessible amounts of noise and lyrics about space, but for some reason it really hits the spot with me. There's nothing more suitable for hot, sunny days than loud, noisy music: Sonic Youth, Pixies, and Smashing Pumpkins records abound.
I'm glad that it's finally really summery again. I have a pretty general, hard to explain happiness about, oh, everything at the moment. At least that's what I think it is. Summer projects, paychecks, sunglasses, parties. The library, walks down Wightman, beautifully dressed people with whom to consort. What, am I living in The Mysteries of Pittsburgh?
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