A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Faking teenage places
What is it they say...the older you get, the more you get compelled to rock out at random moments. Is it like the twitch of a phantom limb? Some nerve that suddenly got nostalgic? Funny, because I didn't spend too much time acting the garage/punk rocker in my youth, and yet sometimes I feel a very real nostalgia for music that didn't quite belong to me. Let me turn up my hearing aid now.
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