i have been listening to this cd for a few days now and i can't conjure up anything beyond daisy chains and, well, chain mail. i have tickets for the show and i am going with a dear friend but, tell me, am i going to have to chug mead and make a sword out of duct tape to enjoy myself?
i am a boulder-based restaurant publicist, music critic and mother. i believe i have the right to salt and pepper my own food, i do not care for bands who can't understand the power of economy in song performance, and i now realize that a tango lesson + three mt. gay and tonics = one hell of a great kid. i am happiest in the summer, riding shotgun with my feet up on the dash and my hand inside a bag of pork rinds. and yes, i know what's in them.
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