PiL are such dads. it’s adorable. and, like, if dance music is made for party drugs, this is made for JL’s echo pedal.
seriously, though. because this is actually what I pictured and because I am—legit—one of the funniest people you know.
Talking Heads - ’This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
so many things to say about this song, and laying on the grass, and That Boy I Love.
Golden Lights is to The Smiths what Hitsville UK is to The Clash.
I’m afraid that my future dj career maybe won’t keep me in gin and glitter?
me, on real life.
Morrissey, ‘first of the gang to die’ (you are the quarry)
so so right. all the happies, and the melancholy. like, tonight, when our little goblin buddy died and it was totally our fault and we all got really down. mad wake.
do not mistake freedom for license
- Billy Bragg, last night.
so this is maybe the most intelligent clarification of, ‘I support freedom of speech, but…’, that I’ve come across. I mean, I’m still kind of working out the distinction. because, ‘being able to do something doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to do it’ is also problematic. but, like, it’s a place to start.
Billy Bragg won’t write your PHD.