Does anyone else feel like the physical therapy after a procedure is actually harder than the thing itself? I’m currently struggling with mobility and it's such a mental battle. Anyone have tips for staying sane during the long recovery periods?
go team is quite good 🎉 , though the duration was a bit of a shame 😢
I just don't get Hot Chip, honestly 🤷
Cave is outstanding; it's just that the arrangement for Mercy Seat didn't quite sit right with me but Papa Won't Leave You, hard on for Love, and Tupelo? Spot on 🙏
Someone needs to get Squier and the rest of them together. Get them some drinks so they forget their petty arguments, shove them onto the stage, and let’s have a real party—just like back in the late '80s. 😬
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What "Librarian"?
It sounds like Paul Simon trying to cover Carpenters.
I don't know, the whole vibe feels too indecisive. Like, "let's throw in some disco, some country, a little old Motown, maybe some Fleet Foxes, and just see what sticks."
Generation Terrorists. Gold Against the Soul. Pure class. The Holy Bible. *** Everything Must Go. This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. Know Your Enemy. Lifeblood. Send Away the Tigers. 4.5 stars.
The organizers deserve a massive kick in the ass 👎
Seriously, waiting 45 minutes in line just for those damn vouchers? Plus, the woman at the register was clearly a missing link from Darwin’s theory, and there weren't nearly enough beer stands or staff to handle the crowd... yeah, basically everything I already mentioned.
Happy Mondays. I mean, Ian Ryder was a pretty pathetic sight, but hey, they played the hits, which was enough for me. 😬
Watched New York Dolls for five minutes; stayed completely indifferent.
But Sonic Youth... 😍 😍 😍
Catch Hold Steady today, then head home for a quiet night. 😁
The latest release from the wonderful Canadian songstress Leslie Feist once again delivers a collection of beautiful, lovely, sometimes tender, and occasionally playful tracks. These 13 pop gems are perfect for dancing lightly, staring out a window, lounging on the lawn, laughing, crying, or—ideally—just lying there, wrapped up in someone special on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
