It's 3:19AM, jalapeño peppers were a poor choice, and I'd like to draw your attention to the fact that you still have this URL in your RSS reader. As you're just remembering/realizing, this site existed! And I gave up on it awhile back. But since you're reading now, I'll assume you might wanna know, this happened. (I know, I know... but "e"s optional over there! Shit is hot.) That site's not really music-focused (since that's what I do here). So yeah maybe the occasional epic record review, but mostly incoherent babble on hot topics like David Milch. And milk. Obviously,...
You should meet my dog sometime. He's an Italian Greyhound, and he's named after Jeff Buckley. Actually, I knew I was going to name something after Buckley before I even knew I wanted a dog (which means my first born daughter is now spared the misery of being named Buckley Singh). And this premeditated decision was a limiting factor in my choice of breeds (a pug named after Jeff Buckley? Dream on, dream brother.) He's a complete card, he eats more than I do and never puts on an ounce, something which I admire more with each inch my waistline...
It's been exactly eight months, to the day, since last I updated this thing, long enough to ensure that my mom is the only one still checking. So ... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM :) Believe it or not, this is probably the most thoughtful gift I could give my mom (in her eyes!), since she knows how these days blogging is my everything. Love you mumms. Sorry I can't brunch with you, but will do soon. Sarab and I will go to Mogador in your honor. Aidan and Buckley (a.k.a. the puppies) say hi. (And if by chance you're here...
Village Indian
Azealia Banks - '1991' [Listen]
THE MASTERSONS — BIRDS FLY SOUTH
