“Nothing happened in my childhood — no trauma or anything. I just had a genetic disposition toward things that were horrible.”

nothing you can do

I went to see Protomartyr play the Turf Club last week and posted a review to tumblr saying ”f-ing magical” and included a photo of the setlist.

My review to Clara consisted of the following texts:



***all the emoticons of all time***

Recently it has come to my attention those aren’t really reviews, nor are they real words. So here’s what I think about Protomartyr and that show, in (mostly) full sentences.

saw protomartyr tonight at the turf. f-ing magical.

“But a more plural [music] criticism might put less stock in defending its choices and more in depicting its enjoyment – to show what it is like for me to like it, and invite you to compare.”

everything comes back to this.

The Grateful Dead sing the National Anthem at Candlestick Park, April 12, 1993.

via Open Culture