"I spent last night singing sad songs with Daniel on New Year’s Eve in Philly. The city looked filthy, just how I used to be. I couldn’t help thinking of watching City Hall collapse as a kid. I feel like I might do the same thing."
Breasts. There are lots of them. Not the kind that bounce up and down on a treadmill, the kind harnessed in by inhumane Spandexial restraints — although I’m sure such breasts are bouncing out on the gym floor, where only men notice.
I’m talking official fully, naked-as-the-day-god-made-them …
Beach Slang is a new band with Jim from Weston and JP from Ex Friends and their EP is so killer. Part Replacements right before they went downhill and part Jawbreaker. Holy lord, if you don’t listen to this 40 times in a row, something is wrong with you.