I was told today by someone I spend a lot of time with that my musical tastes are reverting. A dig attempt for sure. But it's still better than staying the same. Rust never sleeps, y'all.
It used to be that throwing away a CD, no matter how shitty, was a sin. I've only had this sampler one for two years. Still, I've never opened it. Probably never will. I used to think about these kinds... Continue Reading →
I once thought I'd be able to, or have the time to, go back and read old music mags. Now, I have a shitload of old magazines. I used to justify by saying I could sell them. And I did... Continue Reading →
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