Chatting with my old pal Chris,* listening to songs we loved in high school, and I, discovering I still love them:
tyler (10:17:17 PM): okay, almost over, calvin krime’s
up next
tyler (10:18:48 PM): actually no, garrison first, “focus, focus, focus”
tyler (10:18:53 PM): this song is way better than I remember it
tyler (10:19:15 PM): this is evil pop!
tyler (10:19:18 PM): CORPSES FOR CANNIBALS!
tyler (10:19:22 PM): DA-NA-NA-NA
tyler (10:19:41 PM): oh man this outro is killer
tyler (10:20:00 PM): my bad that was just a bridge!
tyler (10:20:01 PM): haha!
At this point, I begin my slow descent into madness.
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*Only now with formatting!
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Okay, enough messing around...
You might not know J. Robbins by name, but you’re probably familiar with his work. The man’s musical achievements are too many to list – fronting the legendary Jawbox, producing tons of amazing records (including the subject of today’s post). To put it more succinctly, he’s given us a hell of a lot.
And there’s probably no better way to give back than by contributing to the care of his son. I don’t have the articulation; just read for yourself. You’ll be glad you did.
(And yes - I recognize there's not many people reading this. But something’s better than nothing.)
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