last night i hated new york city. my iphone (or own stupidity) got me on the wrong train. when i realized my mistake, i wandered a subway station trying to figure out which way to go. and it is hot down there. eventually, i surrendered to a cab and when i got there i had already missed
beach fossils (and i'll miss them in august in austin, too). drats! fortunately, i was able to catch
small black. but then afterwards, a subway success dropped me near my brother's in a torrential downpour. and walking in the rain on these streets sucks. failure.
i became enamored with
small black during sxsw when they backed
washed out as ernest's band.
i like the way artist wikipedia describes the sound, "bedroom synthpop that sounds fuzzy and woozily suggestive". exactly. here's one i like from that collaboration:
i agree with the poet who was standing next to me and kept repeating this eloquent observation: "great beats." great video, here, too:
"despicable dogs" by small black
1 comment:
taking the wrong train is the same feeling as waking up late when trying to catch a plane, make a meeting, etc. Also, it's embarrassing. But it's good to see you're experiencing stuff.
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