mattpondpa
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Best Coast song, When I'm With You. On repeat since the dark jumped the dawn. December disappears. And summer sucks up the wild NYC winds.
9:19 AM Dec 11th
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Cold hits, wondering why I'm only now learning of Beach House..and the pre-song from Teen Dream album - Norway. Killing me. In the best way.
7:45 AM Dec 7th
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I should be listening to Spiritualized. Instead I'm typing myself to sleep.
12:09 AM Nov 23rd
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Just finished with the black magic of mastering. If you're ever mastering your album, I wholeheartedly recommend Emily Lazar at The Lodge.
5:13 PM Nov 19th
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The forest is swaying skeletal trees, lit deep purple. Breakneck speeds down dirt roads listening to Prince. As some kind of tender redneck.
1:54 PM Nov 13th
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Brooklyn a split second before shooting up into the woods. Missing S. V. Etten, Lewis + Clarke, Picastro on the 11th. But you are different.
3:42 PM Nov 9th
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Tours. Every one, some kind of windshield vision-quest. I'm not exactly sure who or what I am. And all sleep gives me are falling dreams.
9:58 PM Oct 26th
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Waking up beneath Portland's blinding sun. Into the last night on the West Coast. Every last thing's going into it.
5:17 PM Oct 17th
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Just threw all my giant squid fears aside and swam in the Pacific for the first time. Mr. Kraken's tentacles are purely full of hugs.
12:42 PM Oct 12th
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Hey man. Also. Being out with The Wooden Birds is some damn fine fun. Mr. Kenny, Ms. Sisson and Mr. Haskins = America's Sweethearts.
8:19 PM Oct 8th
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Memphis. Off key singing to Otis Redding out behind the Hi Tone. Throw me the line y'all.
8:00 PM Oct 8th
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The Zombies playing along to our soft landing in Silver Spring. Show-less and sweetly strange. Minds roams like movie screen billy goats.
1:32 PM Sep 30th
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Lost in Boston, drinkin' rum and chocolate, a hundred thousand blinking lights are making me exhausted (the truth, courtesy of The Walkmen)
8:54 AM Sep 26th
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The Wooden Birds tour begins in about 8 hours. And I believe I'm playing rhythm guitar. You're all invited to come along. That's right.
6:59 PM Sep 23rd
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St. Ambrose. Please forgive me and the mistaken lengths I'll go for some cheap alliteration. The truth sure can sting.
12:52 PM Aug 28th
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Bee's bite on sprained ankle is a sweet float for summer swims. Airplanes make me a squeezebox figurine. Austin turns me into a Wooden Bird.
12:00 PM Aug 28th
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Last year I ate too many oaths. This year I'm sucking down Nova Scotia sea. The truth is that none of it happens in a Mediterranean castle.
1:39 PM Aug 10th
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Despite sea water, wind driven rain and a modern world that yields shampoo, I can still smell smoke in my hair. All I hear is Cass McCombs.
10:18 PM Jul 26th
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Foraging in the dark green for caffeine and better lines to replace the redundancies. So many weary words (s__p?) hobbling, gasping for air.
6:46 PM Jul 9th
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Hear old ursus americanus lurking in the pitch black, stalking the sizzling pups. Causing sweet hunger and fear to slap each other about.
8:42 PM Jul 7th
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