It’s a valid queston, Mr. Eitzel.

(Source: Spotify)

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Tuesday, 19th August

It seems that every year there is a new reason to hear this song with a different set of ears. There are times when the song feels as though it touches a wound I didn’t know I had. Though I don’t feel hopeful right now, I do believe that “…our needs are small enough / Something to slow a heavy door /
Something to help us raise one up.

This was our country
This frightful and this angry land
But it’s my right if the worst of it might
Still somehow make me a better man

(Source: Spotify)

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Thursday, 14th August

"My brain will be fed nice thoughts, and I won’t care
What goes on outside my ten foot bio-cube.”

(Source: Spotify)

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Wednesday, 13th August

Great cover of a little-known (outside his ardent fans) Brialn Wilson song. Since things around here feel pretty much like chaos, figured a musical reminder couldn’t hurt.

(Source: Spotify)

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Monday, 11th August
This is why I have the best pre-teen kid ever. This is what she comes up with online.

This is why I have the best pre-teen kid ever. This is what she comes up with online.

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Sunday, 10th August

Apparently I’m not supposed to play this loud at night before bed. I think it’s becuase it’s a family rule that no one gets to marry a carny. I think this song makesit pretty clear why. That and county fairs.

(Source: Spotify)

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Thursday, 7th August

I first heard this song when I saw the Magnetic Fields live. Merritt played it solo on a ukulele. It was so dark and pessimistic, but with a uke. I loved it. The fact that it was eventually released in this dirgey version on a soundtrack for a series of absurdist, gothic kids’ novels made the bitter pill even sweeter.

(Source: Spotify)

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Monday, 4th August

When our dear Cally was but a wee babe, a mere few months old, she suffered from colic somethin’ fierce. Try as we might we couldn’t calm her down. She’d cry and cry and cry in her misery. One day we discovered two magical elements that, when combined, calmed the savage little, toothless beast.

The first was the Daddy Shoulder. She had to have her head on my left shoulder. The second was the Pogues. You couldn’t just bounce. You had to dance as if you were in a pub. Only then was peace found.

(Source: Spotify)

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Tuesday, 29th July
Saved by the T-Cell by Chris OBrien

Best song ever written from the perspective of a depressed person’s cat.

(Source: Spotify)

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Wednesday, 16th July