I'm a neglectful blogger...
I can’t seem to form and maintain a habit of writing on this thing. Mostly because I don’t really have much of anything to say anymore. I’m becoming so misanthropic and surmounted with disdain for humanity that everything I say is loaded with negativity and anger. Someday soon, I’ll reach an age where I don’t give a shit if what I have to say pisses you off. I’m...
I know it's spring because...
…for some odd reason, I really want the world to honk my boobies. Or motorboat them. And my midwestern sensibilities make me ashamed of this urge. Yaaaay, SPRING!
VIDEO: Low - "Try to Sleep"
minneapolisfuckingrocks: These guys (Low, I mean)? From Duluth. Good shit comes from Duluth, motherfuckers. And by “from Duluth”, I don’t mean they lived here for a minute and then left for bigger cities. I mean they LIVE here. Currently. Alan is a friend of mine. GOOD SHIT COMES FROM DULUTH. You should visit sometime.
Reissued music that won't disappoint you. →
So, my husband is a musician. This is a link to one of his solo projects, wherein he made a bunch of electronic-rock music in our shitty apartment, recorded it himself, and threw it up on the internets. Listen if you want to. And you know you want to.
Exhibit M-279 on Why Scott Walker is an Asshole... →
Sure, take taxpayer money and toss $81K a year at some little boy just because his daddy greased your palm during your campaign. Recall this sonofabitch, please.
Low's C'mon is on NPR's First Listen. And it is... →