Fancy crossing paths with you in the trail of mess where a particular few know me by unannounced departure. I can't say what got you here and I am going to guess it isn't to be told that (A) not everyone likes to invite back the messy, and (B) you never really find the exits until you've made it out. Well, we're milling around now and I see the way you're looking to me for some sort of explicat...
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You like Mazzy Star, do you? There's an obscure 25-year old record says the magic did not happen magically.Opal, you would know, was the first incarnation of Mazzy Star wherein David Roback worked with vocalist Kendra Smith, also a bassist. Smith quit midway touring for the only full-length release, Happy Nightmare Baby- a pretty good album by itself -whereupon Hope Sandoval came on to pick up ...
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The last thing one wants after the fact is too much information. So goes a song that illustrates by example the lesson it preaches in the end (way down below).Chapped lips. Tongue, kissed.[Insert expletive] fluids of a summer night.With slight duress, forced imperativesfind me quoting Pennington.A delicate blend of sweat and menstrual bloodseeping into trampled grass.On one hand, the original b...
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This post exists humbly as a shout-out to November third, an ordinary day, and one having the misfortune of being very noticeably ordinary. Moreover, what sets it apart from the other remarkably humdrum day, January second, is that it is the day many families, like mine, put the tree up and pertinent décor, that awkward segue from blood red to Christmas red, which we know is a fine line blurred..
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Remember my favorite nephew? (He turned 12 last October 16th.) One day some months ago, he marches into my bedroom, a tad wild-eyed with excitement, sets down his PSP on the bed next to me and goes, "Dude, can't wait to show you these."...And that is why I love him to death. Happy Halloween, kiddies.^ The Only Mistake (Pennine Sound Studios, Oldham - Piccadilly Radio Station)
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It's the tactile thing in a dream that likes to linger while we wake up: nerves, a chill to the bone, something grazing the skin. Less often, it's something aural, a trailing away as we're coming to, a voice we think we know. Later, there will be songs retrieving these events as though they actually happened. Ghost stories. We get them mixed up with real life but for that telling ending, us cat...
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I'm online now.Gameboy/Gamegirl sprung out of the Melbourne scene last year with a debut EP, Golden Ghetto Sex, that combines old skool hip hop (Somehow, nearly all tracks bring me back to J. J. Fad's Supersonic from the late Eighties.) and fresh electronic beats in a way that's kind of dope. Another goodie track not posted here is Pumps & Rumps (Zombie Disco Squad Remix), just so you know.www....
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If I had to stick around for the end of the world, I'd be so bummed if there weren't any Three Mile Pilot in my player. Certainly, I would want my all-time top albums with me, but also, there'd be no excuse to have forgotten my essential post-apocalyptic sci-fi rock.Legend: San Diego, CA in the Nineties; now reunited. Commander: Pinback's Zach Smith on bass, vocals, piano, cello. Watch his bass...
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Don't hurt yourself acting surprised- real life cramped my style this year. I've had zero access to music that's new to me for reasons that shall henceforth be grouped into listlessness followed by indigence. Or ice cream followed by no ice cream, whichever. And for a long while there, neither could I partake of what you were sharing freely.I learned from this insipid phase that I am like the d...
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My book is written, up to the six hundred ninety endingeth page. It closed with a scrawl, a dagger, a kiss. I spilled ink, I blinked, I fell cold and dead. Gaslight alone flitted around my axed design. Itinerants came and cried, and moved on in pursuit of astrology and spice. Pirates moored with dirges. (I, for one, sang along until I parched.) Down the river under the earth, I met a Fate who c...
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