Ever since the first ear-scorching listen to the new Sleater-Kinney album I have been hesitant to put it back into my stereo. I was sort of afraid of it, being that it was so harsh and unexpected (you’re thinking “Duh” but I don’t read music magazines – I had no idea)
But I’ve got it in now, at 5:00 a.m. while I am chain-smoking cigarettes and writing this entry and I have to say, it is growing on me. Maybe it’s just the insomnia talking.
In a few hours Goth Chris and I will be at Six Flags and I haven’t slept a wink. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, doesn’t it?
Someone please tell me why oh why am I still awake listening to fuzzy guitars and getting lost on the internet at ass-crack o’clock?