I'm not sure if today's tune should soundtrack propaganda films about the efficiency of Soviet factories or porno films starring cyborgs. Maybe it's the same movie?Kissing The Pink - Frightened In France
A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
I'm not sure if today's tune should soundtrack propaganda films about the efficiency of Soviet factories or porno films starring cyborgs. Maybe it's the same movie?
You can't turn your back for a second. I jaunt off to LA and come home to find they've replaced the air! Labor Day weekend was a radiant patch of late summer bliss. Summer finally got its shit together like a stumbling performance that somehow nails the encore. But nature is decidedly unsentimental and has taken its inevitable turn without issuing a memo. Why does this ever come as a surprise? I wonder if the season's change could ever feel less binary, if we could dip our toe in autumn first rather than suddenly finding ourselves surrounded by its air. Here's a song for that imaginary slide.