New digs at work, more of this to follow, proper, but a peek at the immediate future.
Took the wife to see the Canadians on date evening. Saddest thing, this band is maybe last tour ever, kids seem to be on to more american idiot stuff. Started on even ballot with the Arcade Fire thing, Shins, made a better record, hoofed. Anyways, not for lack of caterwauling. Bryce man, skinny is emphatically a rock hero, yelly needs to cut band #2, #3.
On a more positive note, more stuff no one gives a rat's ass about! Kurt Vile of Philly, USA. Welcome to Austin. TX, 1:21 AM.
T-day swoon-beaming with Handsome Beck Willy Lord Longhorn. AEB III looking particularly hug worthy. JWM I in full "we have a guest room shitpants" revue. Missing, Newman, who does able a blouse with fashion urgency. What a couple of hotpants.
The Thomas Keller ass-hand and nine stepper. Beav on ice cream and shortbread sandwich stuffing. Hello, size 33.
Off to MARFA tomorrow, dawn cracker. Will send genius / tragedy / retread from road.
To all a goodnight. We miss your action. Special puckers - McKennas of SF, Beavers on Queens Road, Those Jennings, Fitches, dear Brooklyners, Greenpointers, fathers, daughters, sons and Edwards.
Coda: the new Kanye? Are you ready for artist of the decade? Clear your inboxes!
Golden Error,
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