Sometimes it’s nice not to have to use your imagination. This is my music. Not just, of course. There is a moment when I’m listening to the Wharves’ beautiful spellbound catlike three-part harmonies, entranced by the mirror ball rotating in the corner, noting the orange trainer laces, when I’m there. Here. Lost in music, caught […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.