hey, X? you should feel bad about your existence.

hey, buddy. in the english alphabet, you pretty much have no use:

box = bocks.
xenophobe = zenophobe

linguistically, you are just a replacement for what other letters can do. you are like a whore without the payment. because, c'mon. no one really thinks so highly of you or your ability to stand in for other sounds.

you arent even the most precious of scrabble points. dick.

just. just move on, sir.

rainy day music admiration redux rudux redux redux redux.

what happens when you pair a progressive music virtuoso and an israeli pop star? yep. you get blackfield. this is one of those songs I wish I wrote.

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such a melancholy to this performance. this song always reminds me of the James Joyce story "araby" particularly the a capella bridge.

rainy day music admiration redux rudux redux.

there's no voice out there like Grant Lee's. and that staggering lyric: "we water like a dead bouquet, it does no good, does it dear?"

rainy day music admiration redux rudux.

something very gorgeous about old Floyd. this song is endearingly delicate in its romanticism of the post-60s freakouts of the Syd days.

rainy day music admiration redux.

this will always be my favourite track from OK Computer: the intense build-up chills me skin, mates.

rainy day music admiration.

very impassioned performance of a truly heartbreaking work.