Seven 7"s and One 12"

reviews from today

1. dreamdate

A-Side: The One I Need

B-Side: D.A.N.C.E. Party

2. GIRLS

A-Side: Lust for Life

B-Side: Life in San Francisco

3. Kurt Vile

A-Side: He's Alright (vibrato guitars by J Turbo.)

B-Side: Farfisas in Falltime, Take Your Time

4. Sea Lions

A-Side: Lets Groove

B-Side: Beautiful Day, Good Feelings

5. Maria

A-Side:Love Is Something I know Nothing About

B-Side: Spend My Days With You, When The Sun Goes Down

6. times new viking

A-Side: Move to California, Pentagram

B-Side: City on Drugs, Teen Spirit in Hell

7. Simon Joyner

A-Side: Time Slows Down in Dreams

B-Side: Sean Foley's Blues

The only 12" I did today was Small Black, which was AMAZING.

tracklist:

Despicable Dogs

Weird Machines

Bad Lover

Pleasant Experience

Lady in The Wires

Pushed down by a slab of white and with water collecting and plugging my ears, I tried to convince myself that everything was alright.

Nothing has felt normal or natural since the moment I stepped into this living forest. I don't dislike the place but I don't like it either.

This forest is exactly what I wanted when I was fourteen and wasn't scared of anything. Six years later and I am scared. It isn't even fear alone, it is pure blind panic everyday. Every god damned day I feel like I am on the verge of a complete mental collapse, and I know it is all so fucking unreasonable. To pretend Pan isn't laying around in wait for me in some faux Greek vegetation is useless. I will have a few drinks in the waiting room, Pan wont be here for long.

I should be turning in my major declaration form, finding a way to eat lunch, reading The Atlantic Economies and After The Black Plague, writing a paper about race during the American Revolution, drafting an outline for a paper about whether it was god's giant Fail creating sin, and volunteering at the radio station. And what the fuck happened to all of those emails I sent concerning that internship?

Instead I will "faff" about, as the English girls would put it.

A blog! A place to erupt and use the english language as incorrectly as possible. I can write about Charles V and be totally cool or write about how Arab Strap make me shake.