Lightness of being, folk. C’mon. Lightness of being.
I never thought we shouldn’t grow, I never thought we should repeat.
By Everett True, age 11
If this was 1978, the melodica would be the main instrument.
Our first show was in somebody’s basement at their parents’ house. Their parents would let them have punk shows. I don’t even know if people do that anymore?
I don’t view music as a competition at all.
This is exciting: it seems that we might have a Poison Girls/Fatal Microbes situation going down here.
Vice has them as, “The Black Lips with boobs”. Man, and they say the art of music criticism is dead.