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"We fell in love,
or rather I did,
she gave me a shove,
into a pit unrequited.
I suppose it's not fit,
my mental health,
but at least I have this pit,
all to myself."
*strum strum, strum strum strum strum strum*
So here we are, another year gone by. Some people sitting in the corner rubbing vaseline on their naked bodies, yelling,
"THIS WAS THE BEST YEAR FOR MUSIC, EVER!"
and some people sitting on the edge of a skyscraper, rubbing vaseline on their naked bodies, yelling,
"THIS WAS THE WORST YEAR FOR MUSIC, EVER!"
And then there's me, sitting on top of our piano with a crappy 90s iBook yelling,
"THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY WAYS TO WRITE 'NAZI CIRCLE-JERK!' WHERE'S MY VASELINE!?!"
Music, and music journalism, never really changes.
(cough cough cough cough, right? Someone get me a glass of water)