July 27, 2005



Xanax hangover, espresso, Playdoh brain. Man, this Perceptionists album is good. Wow, it's like a Frosted Flakes baseball card: slight movement of head, different reality. Oh—the iPod loves me at my lowest: "Good Morning, Captain." Out of nowhere. This thing is alive, I keep telling you. Best straight time drummer in the world. AGH. BE LOUDER.

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