Once I quit taking pictures and started paying attention to Yeasayer last night I thought that they'd be right at home in the house where the ill-fated drugdeal/gunfight scene took place toward the end of Boogie Nights. It's kind of fun trying to figure out which niche each of the bands of the mid-decade multi-part dude harmony bands fits.
Huh. This is a weird welcome back to my annual visit of the old Livejournal friendship page. It reminds me of how, at the time, I thought it was…
The aftermath of the election makes it seem like we're all in for a very serious emo time, better suited to journaling than yelling on Facebook, yet…
Hey. it does!