October 2010
4 posts
Be still for a second
I am proselytizing to a friend when, in a cool tone as acidic as it is accusatory, he calmly suggests “Come on, you don’t really like The National for their music. You just like them because they’re so hairy.”
Somewhere in my body a muscle contracts and a metaphorical organ housed in my heaving ribcage breaks.
Instructions
How to be powerful: walk down the street to Sleigh Bells’ Infinity Guitars and pretend you are Alexis bloody Krauss (you too, ladies).
