Saturday, April 3

Love. Make it Hurt.

Tonight, in a dim light, with vibrations blazing through the air, a revelation came.  A revelation that proclaimed to me that my tolerance for mediocre music has dwindled to nothing.

I'm speaking of Allred.

I used to enjoy them.  But in the midst of True Religion, Seven Diamonds wearing douchers, and hearing the music they love, I was finished.  Allred is no longer a part of my life.  And that is fine.  I have outgrown them, and I am truly thankful for that bike unlatching from my rack.

The night, however, was not lost.

Shilen, the music store goddess (I don't actually know her name), helped me with some amazing new sounds.  I purchased the Monsters of Folk album.  It's gold.  Pick it up.

Also, listening to Katie something-or-other in an alley by Sammy's in frigid conditions was such a redemption to the nonsense that Allred was giving us.

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