Just yet you soul…..wait for it….wait for it….GLO
Hipster Confession #2626
My first thought when I see a indie band on the cover pitchfork.com is nearly always “I liked them way before they got pitchfork big”
Just yet you soul…..wait for it….wait for it….GLO
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GOOD KID, MAAD CITY - Kendrick Lamar
Such a good album. It’s number one in my tape deck
My first thought when I see a indie band on the cover pitchfork.com is nearly always “I liked them way before they got pitchfork big”


His speaking voice is amazing to listen to, and like any good storyteller, he knows how to use it. His off-the-cuff anecdotes come out structured, with story arcs, colorful vocabulary and punchy endings.
Were we imagining it, or is his voice lower than ever? “Yes, my voice is getting lower and lower, because I gave up smoking. I expected it to rise, but it’s gone the other way,” he says.
—WFUV’s Rita Houston in conversation with Leonard Cohen at Joe’s Pub in NYC. Photos by Mike Coppola.
Just the Most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Went to chicago. Had to reisit the urge to listen to Chicago by Sufjan (because come on that would make me sooo douche right?) Anywayz, we gets to Chi-city around 7ish on thursday after a long as ride from michigan city. After some city travelin we make it to Erics old apartment, which is currently occupied by Erics old roommate Alex Deaton, his friend Danny, and the wildcard Carlee (Carly?). Heres the kicker, Alex (the one person we all knew, and who eric asked if all 12 of us could stay there) wasn’t there. But lucky for us, the other roommates were chill as fuck. So we all packed into Deatons room for some drinking before heading out about town. THEN BABY FUCKING G SHOWS UP. This mo’fo comes in drunk as duck with a sideways waddle. Then he breaks Carlees nice expensice bubbler. Yup, drunky mcdrunkerson breaks the bubbler. But hey we were drunk, and as far as im concerned we are all absolved of our decisions that night. (sorry to all for snoring loud and farting in my sleep, I know gross).


iday, friday, friday gotta get down down on friday. And thats exactly what we did, after a good wake and bake…baked goods. Unforuntally I didnt have a ticket for Friday or Saturday so I was forced to fend for myself. Everyone went about going to the show, while Baby G and me went to Argo Tea to do some work. Then some how by the sweet sweat on Perry Farrels chin Baby G got a ticket. So he left to attend the show, while I finished my work and waited for the arrival of Matt James Rich. While waiting I ventured to fabled land of Illnois known as Boys Town, which first let me note is FABULOUS!!!! I found some neat thrift shops which had some sweet deals, I found a members only jacket for 30 bucks (didnt get though, not my look yo). And natually I was guided by the Chicago gods to the nearest most awesomest Comic Book Store…Cant remember the name of it, but it was swoot. I bought another copy of Optic Nerve 8 by Adrian Tomine (such a good fucking comic, review to come soon) and I bought some other Drawn and Qaurterly comics, and The newest issue of the Boys. Now being the hipster that I am I have down two of the three things Hipsters must do in the city (Fashion, Alt Book store) so lastly I had to find the “Coffee Shop”. Which I did, it was only about 2 blocks away from the metro. I go in and hop on the interent and read some news (Pitchfork), then I proceed to read some comics. While reading some comics the barista Alicia notices and recongizes the Optic Nerve comic. We strike up this convo about how at comic conventions, comics are getting shafted. I then ask her about some good places to grab a pabst and read a comic. She points next door. I fall in love. Its this big black bar on the corner of the block. It has all old furinature I would say somewhere around the late 60’s early 70’s. So I go over to get a drink. I’m at the bar and I ask for a PBR, when the older gentlemen named Chad comes walks up looking for the bartender. We shoot the shit on some small talk, you know, where ya from blah blah. When my drink comes, he laughs and tells me a man on vacation shouldnt be drinking cheap, and he buys me a whisky. So this guy starts talking to me about youth, and settling down in life. This man had obviously lived a full life. Suddenly a taller, and slightly younger man pops a sqaut at the open seat next to me and shares a passionate peck with the other man. Man one, whose name is Cal by the way introduces man two to me, who is Phil by the way. The two of them had been dating for about 12 years, and have only lived in chicago for about 5. I spent about another hour and a half just picking these guys minds. Then I went and picked up Matt from the train station and we walked back to the apartment and passed the fuck out
End of part 1(Sorry for the massive amounts of TYPOS)
This weekend I hit the get shit done button that had been collecting dust in my closet. Bam, so much shit got done. I moved my stuff from Ypsi back home (I’m going to miss Coleford Blackmans :(). Then I organized all my clothes and books for easy packing. Then I cleaned my room, except for the giant oil pastel stain on the floor. I’m still putting a lot of things in order. But so far my to-do list is as follows:
_ Finish at least 2 of your comic ideas by summers end
_ Finish speech related things
_ Actually finish The Suburbs vs. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
_ Make my T-Shirt Blanket
_ Make-out with Scarlett Johansson (totally possible, I know right)
Anywayz
Once I get that shit done, I feel like I will be starting fall with a clean sheet.
OMG I almost forgot. Here’s a playlist
Nightlight - The Spilljoy Ensemble
Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys
A Place Called Home - PJ Harvey
Push - Matchbox Twenty
85 - Rilo Kiley
Raphael - CocoRosie
Tomorrow - Sean Lennon
Can You Tell - Ra Ra Riot
Come Away With Me - Norah Jones
A Sun Came - Sufjan Stevens (Can be tagged out by All Delighted People)
