aaron. 25. brooklyn. lover of sonic youth, pandas, barn owls, larry david, kate bush, everything bagels with nothing on them, the rent is too damn high, hockey, and ice fishing.ask
I MISS YOU
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i’m trying to find my way home
and i miss you
like, fucking robert fripp sat in a goddamn chair from the get-go and he has more rawk in his pinky fingernail than most can ever aspire to rawk.
the main complaint i’ve heard about slint live is that “they just stand there.” like, what the fuck do you want them to do? bunnyhop? the more detached, the better.
i’m really excited to see them.
“Like swimming underwater in the darkness
Like walking through an empty house
Speaking to an imaginary audience”
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i’m glad my tastebuds have adjusted to campari since i first tried it a little over a year ago. literally few things are better when the weather gets warmer.
lol. i forgot that i liked percocet and vicodin on facebook. they just posted a status with a link where you can buy that shit legally, but at inane prices. i’d rather do really hard drugs at $200.
that shit is awesome, though. one of the few enjoyable things about fracturing my wrist.
is rick’s first one worth listening to if you’re mostly out of your obsessive pink floyd tendencies because i really like his songs on the earlier albums
it’s really evident from listening to it that rick was the only one who knew how to write a fucking song after syd left. it’s a bit on the cheesy side, but it’s still highly enjoyable. i’d go for it.