Deadbeat Summer.
29 Dec
A) It’s fucking freezing.
B) Lovely Bones (see below) is moving out today.
C) I needed a good jam.
D) Please welcome, Neon Indian.
Now let’s revisit, shall we?
A) It’s actually 47 degrees so in every other part of the world I would get stabbed with an ice pick for trying to bitch about it being cold. Either way, my mother moved me here when I was 5 and my blood immediately thinned. So… colder people should just shut the hell up. (yes, I am under two blankets with the heat on and pants made out of snuggie… whatever)
B) Ahhhh Lovely Bones… my friend DeeDee named him immediately upon meeting him outside my apartment building. He is hands down one of the scariest human beings ever…. and he’s my neighbor. He sits outside the building all day smoking and asking people, “Is that there one of those fancy touch phones?” (I have been asked, no joke, at least 130 times.) He is heavily medicated or lacking some serious brain matter and I don’t know which. Might be both. He only moves when he is picked up for church by the big church van… creeeeeepy.. Either way, he’s moving.
I determined today was moving day by using my stealthy detective skills… or by being awakened from my half drunk/half I should really get up and vomit filled sleep with loud moving sounds. Sure, maybe IIIII shouldn’t have done shots of Patron on a Tuesday night… but maybe Lovely Bones should just keep up with his creepy, quiet persona and move out without noise. Blerg.
Au revoir, Sir Lovely Bones.
ps-My hangover would like to add, fuck you. He’s so mean.
C) I needed a song that makes you feel like you are on a beach but probably still too cool to be wearing a bathing suit. Like one of those assholes from vampire weekend with dockers shorts and a polo. You’ll have a bon fire and talk about Kafka but there is NO way you are getting in that water. This is that kind of jam.
D) As stated before, please welcome, Neon Indian… because if you don’t have Neon or Wolf in your name and you’re an indie band… you’re fucked.
