My God, every time I hear this album I'm ashamed of myself for somehow forgetting, if not on a conscious level than certainly an emotional one, how unbearably glorious it is. I writing this as a personal letter to all my Neko Case-loving cats; in case you were wondering who her artistic father is, now you know.
Hearing "Hands on the Wheel" again was the most life-affirming experience I've had in several weeks.
And oh for fucks sake won't you look at me gush away? Fuck everything, there that's better.
2 comments:
Life affirming?
Why don't you just get a sex change?
Because then I couldn't tell you to eat a bag of dicks with the proper amount of force you bastard.
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