Once, twice, three times maybe, once with my mom, and twice with my baby.
The Fiery Furnaces are hot as fuck. (no pun intended) Think butchered blues mixed with indie-rock a la Pavement jamming with the White Stripes and throw in the chick from Belle and Sebastian laying down mad vocal melody. If that doesn't appeal to you in any sort of way you're beyond help my friend.
Last night was a blast. Nancy, Casey, Jess, Max, and I chilled at Sandy's crib with some box wine and bur. Sandy's room mate, The Dude, drove us home all fucked up on downers and uppers and crap, all the while telling us "not to fear" as he was "bumping a sick Y.E.M. from December 2003". I love bloomington. I really really do.
Last night was a blast. Nancy, Casey, Jess, Max, and I chilled at Sandy's crib with some box wine and bur. Sandy's room mate, The Dude, drove us home all fucked up on downers and uppers and crap, all the while telling us "not to fear" as he was "bumping a sick Y.E.M. from December 2003". I love bloomington. I really really do.