There’s that glow of déjà vu. I refuse to use a map. The highway signs are a radial blur. I’m nuzzling up to these illusions in the driver’s seat; they’re siphoning my self-worth. // Post by Ben
I’ve been to a good amount of concerts. I used to count and track them all, but I’m probably in the 500s. I remember thinking to myself though, when I first saw The Muffs in 2015, “Damn. I think this is the first actual rock show I’ve ever seen.”
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Damn fine glam pop from Long Island bros The Lemon Twigs. If by some unfortunate miracle the image of Michael D’Addario’s incredible … More
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Khruangbin: you’re probably saying it wrong. Thai-funk via Houston at Teragram Ballroom in Los Angeles.