this be the verse

related, in a couple ways: i might be going to the end of rhode island to buy a cheap DX7. he'd admonish me way more for owning that.

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yes, we will be opening for the ridiculously prolific masters of avant-neo-psych at harvard square’s super sick new(-ish) venue. also on the bill is orbit service, an intriguing electronic psych project from colorado. be there, be square, stay in the back, trip some sack.

in other news, it was great to play & hang out with PARALLELS on wednesday. here’s hoping we make our way up to toronto soon!

i’ve decided i’m gonna start tumbling again. i tried to go ‘all twitter and shit’ but it didn’t really happen so maybe i’ll be better at this

Ruby Ridge “Annie Christian” - electronic cover of Prince’s spookiest song

A trained North American river otter brings an empty Sprite bottle to a recycling bin at the Seneca Park Zoo in Rochester, New York. 

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