We narrowly avoid collapsing space and time this week. Like, that’s how bad some of this music is.
Author: markmeeks
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The best track of all of this batch was recorded in a bedroom. Take THAT, studio executives. You shits.
It’s taken me a month. But I’ve finally become a master of brewing.
Wherein I learn some lessons about siphoning, and make some decisions about branding.
I learn some things, learn some words, try to make some beer, get mad about some stuff, and embark on a new journey of personal discovery.
Honestly, I couldn’t get away from it fast enough.
Nick Jonas sings about bacon. A guy sings about a dog. Shirley Manson is still 90s depressed. It’s Tuesday.
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