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totaltrash:

WIDOWSPEAK — Wicked Game (Chris Isaak cover)

6 days ago 5 ♥

pitchfork:

fearofupholstery:

all good things happen

Perfume Genius’ swaggering “Queen” is a Best New Track.

2 weeks ago 235 ♥
3 weeks ago 1 ♥

Fell asleep on the couch and spilled my wine on myself. Reasons I know I’m officially an adult.

1 month ago 1 ♥

monkeyshots:

play it right: sylvan esso at the wilderness bureau.

Sylvan Esso opened for Tune-Yards last night, and they were a lovely surprise.

1 month ago 2 ♥
Tune-Yards puts on an amazing show, and last night at the 9:30 was no exception.

Tune-Yards puts on an amazing show, and last night at the 9:30 was no exception.

Hello new Andrew Bird!

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fuckyeahbluegrass:

jindywahr:

I am a poor wayfarin’ stranger
Travelling through this world below

It’s Gospel Sunday

2 months ago 18 ♥
These are my favorite shoes. I’ve worn them for almost everyday of the last few years. As cheesy as it sounds, each wear mark, worn down part,and hole  means something to me.
The hole on the top left of my right shoe tells the story of last night. I was standing in my the parking lot after work. I was talking with my best friend at work about the future and our dreams of moving to another city. We work in a quickly gentrifying neighborhood. The building we work in is being torn down to build a high rise in the next few months. Pretty much the summary of east and north DC. 
When I heard the first gun shot I figured it was just a car backfiring at the gas station across the street. It could have been days before the next shots were fired at the car across the street, but I know it was only seconds. The car was pulling out in our direction and the shooter was shooting directly at the car.
The flash of the gun is still burned in my memory. I think it always will be. 
Some sort of instinct took over and we were both on the ground before I fully understood what was happening. I have the scrapes, bruises and ripped shoe to prove I hit the ground hard, even though I don’t remember it. 
We both shivered on the way to the bar less than an hour later. Whether it was from the spring night air, or some sort of shock. 
We had a drink and some sushi. We asked each other if we the other was alright, over and over. 
Are you alright? Are you sure? 
I’m fine. I’m sure.
I’m fine. I’m sure.
I’m fine. I’m sure.

These are my favorite shoes. I’ve worn them for almost everyday of the last few years. As cheesy as it sounds, each wear mark, worn down part,and hole  means something to me.

The hole on the top left of my right shoe tells the story of last night. I was standing in my the parking lot after work. I was talking with my best friend at work about the future and our dreams of moving to another city. We work in a quickly gentrifying neighborhood. The building we work in is being torn down to build a high rise in the next few months. Pretty much the summary of east and north DC. 

When I heard the first gun shot I figured it was just a car backfiring at the gas station across the street. It could have been days before the next shots were fired at the car across the street, but I know it was only seconds. The car was pulling out in our direction and the shooter was shooting directly at the car.

The flash of the gun is still burned in my memory. I think it always will be. 

Some sort of instinct took over and we were both on the ground before I fully understood what was happening. I have the scrapes, bruises and ripped shoe to prove I hit the ground hard, even though I don’t remember it. 

We both shivered on the way to the bar less than an hour later. Whether it was from the spring night air, or some sort of shock. 

We had a drink and some sushi. We asked each other if we the other was alright, over and over. 

Are you alright? Are you sure? 

I’m fine. I’m sure.

I’m fine. I’m sure.

I’m fine. I’m sure.

2 months ago 3 ♥
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