All of the following is taken from responses to a link on Stevie Chick's Facebook page, linking to my previous blog entry on the mighty Pens. (If you're one of the participants and object to your words being appropriated here, please let me know.)
These are songs that have been randomly played on my iWhatever-the-fuck-they-call-it today. It's a fair indication of what I listen to walking from Waterworks Rd to campus in the morning - glorious sunshine always, a slight breeze, the city inviting and near like Seattle remains in my dreams - except that usually it involves a load more Jam.
For a moment, I thought I was having a Coldplay moment, covertly appreciating the bombastic production and lack of lyrical subtlety that characterises Polly Scattergood's debut album.
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