what else can i say? there's nothing like going to work knowing you might get punched. changing lives, one semi colon rule at a time. oh wait, mr. quille, did i use that incorrectly? at least while i'm at work, i can get on spin.com and pitchfork and earitnow.com and scroll through my itunes to try to figure out what song best describes my (halfhearted) misery.
Since i've recently started helping out a friend with his much less popular and presumably less visited blog, Ear It Now, I've been busy sorting through emails of shitty music and trying to find the hidden gems. regardless, i've been listening to Joe Pug a lot lately--thank you (long overdue) to robby (vinnie) pollock.
In regards to JOE PUG, not vinnie (no offense), I just realized how incredibly hot he is, and I'm pretty amped to be seeing him in Chicago in May. apparently that's where he resides.
hopefully he never reads this.
how do i describe him without completely pigeonholing him into the new age dylan category? welp. i don't know. so just listen.
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