Someone who keeps the faith sent me an advance promo of Quarantine the Past: The Best of Pavement, and I remembered that my listening pleasures in the car are limited.
Today is a Friday. This means I have the recordings of The Deadnotes (with The Legend!) from the previous week to listen to. This means that - if I'm being honest with you - I rarely listen to anything else. And this was a particularly fine session.
Iñigo at Spain's awesome Munster Records indicated the other day that he thought it was unusual for music critics to actually purchase CDs. So I thought I'd share my buying habits with you once more.
First, a brief shout-out to Brisbane ladies, Feathers. Only saw half a number, following a rather traumatic 12-hour car drive from near Rockhampton to be at the show, and it seemed a little (dare we say) post-Vivian Girls, but what I saw was easily enough to intrigue. Seemed like my kind of folk. Possibly. Oh, whatever.
The Deadnotes and Everett True (The Legend!), at an art gallery in Woolloongabba. I probably really oughtn't to post this here, but fuck it. I got on stage and did it, didn't I? Thanks to this fellow here. Now I really ought to go and lose some weight.
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