Some people are born to run; others are born to write. A select few find a way to do both.
In his latest offering, Nineteenth-Century Cool, Neddie Jingo dreams not of running, but of staying in the same place for a very long time. His post is an ode to the natural world, and it’s also one of the finest pieces of blog writing I’ve read in a long, long time.
I’m sure that Billmon’s Whiskey Bar is familiar to you; but if, by chance, you’ve missed The Wages of Sin, hop on over and drown your sorrows in a glass of the good stuff. Just don’t blame me if you wake up with a hangover.
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brendan:
OT: I was just perusing your flickr gallery, and saw your death vessel shots.
You know I’m playing bass on a few of those tracks from the album, right?
rock-n-muthafukkin’-roll!
Matt:
Impressive, Brendan — and nice playing. That guy is a trip.
For anyone who doesn’t know Death Vessel (I saw them in February when they opened for Low), this review is a good introduction.
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