Black Angels sound via week-old self-cast audit. They back the Roky next week. Surely a bow out on my part, financial, work schedule old age, enforced hermitages. The skull-hum sound is ripe though, very nice indeed via the newest technologies. Old post back-up, out with the aged in with newish E. Williams-spired ranchero rants through flu-like minds-eye visage.
With a sweet immersion, a tree with roots, the complete dylan and the band basement tapes. One of those great things that I knew I'd acquire and consume at the proper time in life. Been happening a bit recently Pynch's Vineland, and now Ellison's Invisi-man is spot-hitting very nicely.
Hollow-headed gasp, but the spirits (spirits due? spirits too?) refuse to falter. Autumnal optimism, an educator's trait? Round new year's corner should I find my melons and collies?
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