Pitchfork reviews Bradford Cox, amuseument ensues

"Some musicians listen to records to see how they work, check out the competition, or trawl for ideas; by all available evidence, Cox feels records, deeply. If he was born without musical gifts and couldn't sing or play an instrument, one can imagine him working at a record store, amassing an enviable collection while driving people on a message board crazy with the sureness of his detailed opinions."

so true

In between

getting a degree getting a dog falling in love falling out of love finding a job hating a job publicly relating proofing editing blah blergh bleh

I forgot how much i miss music. There was a time when I'd live for the next glass house show. Where chain reaction was my weekly jaunt. Where no social gathering was without screaming a TBS song or playing death cab in the dark while dissecting our souls.

I confess, I was an orange county hipster.

While this was gross, I miss music so much. I miss falling in love with an artist, I miss not being able to sing without losing my voice. I miss endless nights of photoshop where it was me and my man oberst till sunrise. I miss moshpits and random gnarly battle scars. I miss skanking, crowd surfing, lighters, ballads, and words that make so much sense.

Phoenix, Vampire Weekend, Spoon, and Manchester Orchestra @ UCSD in December. Need more shows to be excited about..think there's an interpol show sometime this month too.