December 2011
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my morning jacket storytellers. hell yes.
playing my first Philly solo show tonight.
listening to a theoretical tracklist amalgamation of Songs from the Black Hole. holy sweet goddamn.
After all these years of fascination with the life and mind of Rivers Cuomo, I can’t bring myself to read this book. It’s too personal; it hits too close to home; I don’t know what. Maybe when my life is a little more set in stone. I’d rather not give myself any ideas.
The newly-unearthed songs are so goddamn good, though.